Here's my own true story that I'll never forget

It all started 13 years ago when I was in my last year of high school. When my gym teacher asked me to do a bench press...

Tentatively, I stepped forward, cautiously eased down onto the weight bench and looked around...

What I saw has been forever seared into my mind: 45 much bigger, much stronger guys, guys who could all beat me into next week if they wanted, watching … waiting. Waiting for me to fail. I knew, then and there, that nothing I did during the next few moments would make a difference. I was already doomed. If I tried to lift the bar, I'd fail and get laughed at. Then again, if I didn't try, I'd get laughed at. Either way, I would be laughed at. I just didn't know how many would laugh, or how obvious they would be when they did it.

The gym teacher looked expectantly at me, waiting for me to start. The room grew dead silent. Dozens of thoughts flooded my brain and the only sound in the room was the ticking of the clock on the wall. Oh, and the rat-a-tat-tat of my heart pounding in my chest. Maybe I could do this. A quick glance told me it was only 100 pounds balancing on both ends of that bar. Nevertheless, my fear mounted. If I couldn't lift this, it was over for me, and my life as a weakling would be permanently cemented in every jock's brain in the room, and then the story would spread through the entire school like wildfire. I took a deep breath and gathered my courage. Here goes. I lifted with all I had. And nothing happened.

Sweat dripped into my eyes, clouding my vision. Or were those tears? Growing more fearful, I tried again, and yet again. It was no use. I couldn't do it. My arms trembled, the veins in my neck felt like they were going to pop as I gave it one last Herculean try. Shaking like a piece of overcooked spaghetti, I let my arms drop, fingers grazing the ground as the muscles in my arms twitched with protest. I felt exhausted, both physically and mentally.

Despite my fear, no one laughed. When I dared to glance at the guys standing there, my heart dropped. It was even worse. Laughter would have been better than what happened next. Instead, they just looked at me with contempt. Contempt. The kind of contempt only those who have never experienced weakness or lack of confidence can feel. I was absolutely devastated.

That was the worst moment of my life.

At that moment I told myself... CHANGE! And I did.

I can look back and laugh about that traumatic moment, because now, I'm a confident, ripped 180-pound lifting machine. Confidence isn't a problem anymore. I no longer shake and worry about what other people think. I can lift as much weight as I want to and my self-esteem is through the roof.

Now when I walk into a room, people take notice.

I'll admit that those admiring looks are a major stroke to my ego. I'm a strong young man, and without being pompous, I freely admit to genuinely enjoying it when people notice my arms straining at the sleeves of my cotton t-shirt. 

As I've built muscle, I've gained strength, and the sense of liberation that has given my outlook in life has been extraordinary. I no longer fear certain social situations. I can go to a swimming pool now with the self-confidence of knowing that I look good. It helps knowing that a stout door or a particularly stiff breeze won't knock me over. That frees me to be myself.

My life has literally experienced a complete transformation.Gone forever is the shy, quiet, timid little wallflower that avoided any situation that required strength or partial nudity and in its place stands a man who is able to hold his head up and face whatever life wants to throw at me.

While I realize that beauty is only skin deep, and what's inside is more important than what's outside, it's obvious that nevertheless, people in today's, and yesterday's, societies do judge people by their covers. First impressions are lasting, and good or bad, that's just the way it is. That double-edged sword goes both ways. There are many heroes lingering in the bodies of what other people might consider wimpy, while there are many who lack self confidence and assurance in their abilities even though they're ripped to the core. It's all a matter of perspective, and how you feel about yourself will reflect on how you project yourself to others. If you feel good about yourself and how you look, your poise, confidence and 'can-do' attitude will shine through.

Whether you're 20 or 30, 40 or older, you can achieve physical fitness goals that you set for yourself if you maintain your determination and keep your thoughts focused on the end result.

I've worked hard – damn hard. I've tried EVERYTHING. Show me a book on muscle building and I'll give you a copy from my own collection.

No doubt about it, building strength and muscle is hard work. I've tried every product on the market and as I finally started seeing results and as I started teaching others I saw patterns behind success and failure, I saw roadblocks a mile away, I learned powerful techniques, and I gained knowledge only one with experience can gain.

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