Gettin' Huge

Weight training routine began tonight. Anatomical adaptation. The last time I had thrown plates around I was 25lbs heavier. I felt tonight like I needed some kind of marker identifying me as a bike racer so I didn't get picked on by the chicken legged big guys. I was tip toeing daintily across the gym with my 10lb plate. I imagined for a second that it would be funny to run around the gym, slapping all the huge guys upside the head and having them chase me around. A big line of them following me across the street and then up and down the aisles of the Copps. Benny Hill jams kicking as they careened into displays of soup cans and smacked into each other with their weight belts still on. Can't catch us skinny guys.