I did my second OnRamp workout today and realized what my calling is.  I should be a powerlifter.  Not a body builder with nice muscles posing naked a la Schwartzenegger in T2.  A powerlifter who packs on the bodyfat to help hoist up the big weights. 

The skill building portion had us learning some of the classic powerlifting moves.  The trainer is a stickler for form so he’s critiquing everyone else.  But as long as I keep my shoulders back,  he had nothing else to criticize.  I’m glad that my greatparents left Poland in a timely manner or the Soviets would have taken one look at my build, hopped me up on steroids, and aimed my towards the Olympics.