Thursday, October 1, 2026

Everybody's good at something

Every once in a while, especially when the weather was being unspeakably foul, we'd do PT (physical training = Army speak for morning exercise) in the gym.

I have little upper body strength. I’m just not built that way. At my best, I maxed out at around 120 pounds on the bench press. The gym rats would snicker at me.

And then I’d move over to the back press. I’d take the key, normally somewhere around 100 pounds or so, and move it all the way down to the bottom - 800 pounds. Then I’d strap in and do 100 reps, nonstop.  (To put that in perspective, that's 40 tons of work done in less than four minutes.)

Then I’d switch to the abdominal press and do 100 reps of 600 pounds. (It didn’t hold any more weight.)

And then I'd stretch and rest for a minute, and do it again.  And again.

They stopped snickering.