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"Sean! You're Up!" Yelled The Teacher.

I had no idea what to expect as I'd barely lifted a weight my entire life.

I stood up, dizzy and drenched in sweat, red in the face, my pride sucked right out of me.

I Was NOT Going To Stand For This Any Longer.

I just couldn't take it anymore.

I was overcome with embarrassment as I wriggled and squirmed like a maniac, pushing desperately with every fiber in my body to make that bar move.

Needless to say, I really wasn't looking forward to getting underneath that bar in front of the entire class.

I Decided That Enough Was Enough.

My classmates laughed hysterically as I made my way to the changeroom, ashamed and rejected.

The bigger guys in the class had been poking fun at me all year, and it had really taken a toll on my self esteem and confidence.

With all of the strength I could muster, I pushed the bar off the hooks and began lowering it toward my chest.

I could hear my classmates howling in the background.

Wilkey had seen enough, and with one hand he snatched the bar off of me and told me to hit the showers.

It wouldn't budge an inch.

Sure enough, the unforgiving forces of gravity took over, sending the weight crashing down upon me.

I was absolutely sick and tired of being so preoccupied with my scrawny little beanpole-for-a-body, and I decided that I could no longer continue this way.

As I stood there in the changeroom that day, staring in the mirror at my pathetic, out of shape body, something inside my head just sort of snapped.

I started thinking really deeply about how badly I wanted to become bigger, stronger and more m....

I could sense that this was going to be trouble.

I took my t-shirt off and looked at myself square in the mirror.

I nervously made my way over to the bench.

In fact, I was nervous as hell.

The teacher kept the weights modest, slapping 20 pounds onto either side of the bar, far less than what most of my classmates were lifting.