Perhaps its just lingering hyper-masculinity, but when I see a heavy box that says “Team Lift” on it, I’m like, Good thing the team is all here: me and my own bad self!

Part of it is that I think after hearing my father tell me how weak and wimpy and terrible I was as a child, I still revel in the fact that I am strong and capable. And part of it is just plain fun.

Also, I’ve decided after many years of absence to get back into lifting weights again. It’s one of the few scientifically demonstrated methods that improves both lifespan and quality of life, so in that respect it’s a good decision, and I actually enjoy challenging myself that way.