The Glory of Strength

I spent a good bit of my childhood being weak. I was smaller than the other kids, and not necessarily due to height. That came later.

But what I was happened to be skinny as hell. I inherited this from my father, who was a notoriously thin man despite his profession in law enforcement. However, I didn’t really care where I got it from, I wanted to know how to get rid of it.

One day, one of my parents–I can’t remember which–handed me a couple of five lbs dumbbells. I was still in elementary school, and they were kind of heavy at the time, but I lifted them and lifted them until they weren’t.

Then…nothing. Continue reading “The Glory of Strength”