So, get this!
During training today we were down by the free weights. There is this one piece of equipment that is like a see-saw. You stand, bend over, and lift the weight to your chest. Karissa put on 25lbs and it was light as a feather.
"Too light?"
Uh, yeah! I could lift even you. Her eyes opened wide. "Nah. you think?" Pretty sure. My old trainer and teammates were in the boxing room off to the side and the only thing separating the spaces was a glass wall. I knew they'd watch. Let me know if they react. She was cautious, not wanting me to get hurt, and I said I wouldn't do it if I didn't think it was really manageable. She hopped on, settled herself and I started lifting. 5, 10, 15...20 reps. She got off, laughing her butt off, shocked, "Man, MAN! I can't believe!" She was stunned but thrilled. Next go 'round (remember, 3 sets) and Michael, an instructor was standing by. I don't know him well but asked how much he weighed. I wanted to prove to her I could do more weight. He was only 160. Frankly, I HONESTLY think I could have done 250/300lbs. So he was game, hopped on and she was asking how it felt--so I did it one-handed. OF COURSE, the ex-team/trainer saw. Knowing what I went through with them, she was thrilled to tell me.... their jaws dropped to the floor and they stopped boxing. ROFLMAO! Woo HOO! I am StaaaRONG!
