
Originally Posted by
Lord Humungous
I was a scrawny kid. I literally got into fights 3-4 times a week, the other kids were 3-4 years older and huge. They got a kick out of whipping my ass. (I'm talking like when I was 6 years old here).
When I got older, my sister bought me a set of weights and a bench for xmas. I had no clue how to do anything. No books, nothing. I just did curls and bench presses and military presses. I loved the incredible hulk and arnold movies.
After my teen years I went to school, got married, had a family, etc. New house, car, career working on commercial jets, not a bad life.
Then I got lupus and almost died from it. My immune system turns my blood into battery acid, basically. So one day I'm in the bed, dying, so out of shape I can't even breathe, and I went downstairs and just started pushing the weights. And I never stopped again.
Funny thing happened. I'm better. Cured? Who knows, not totally, but I am stronger than I have ever been and look pretty ****ed good too. Heh. Of course, I have to fight this stupid disease, so that's where the test comes in. Great stuff, that testosterone.....
That's about as short and to the point as I can tell my little tale.
-LH