Watching strangers everywhere I look move weights around like they’re feathers. Six inch arms, four white walls, and me. The green turf on the bottom was the only color in this 40 foot box. I had never been familiar with the weight room atmosphere and I felt like I should have never tried it. The biggest mistake I made was trying to be intimidating myself. I couldn’t help but want to fit in. They told me to stare right into the eyes of the patriot. Another ginormous beast that preached intimidation. As I look into the silver eyes I feel my arms burn. My legs are turning into spaghetti. My whole body lit up like a red traffic light. For the next twenty minutes my light grey joy of the game t-shirt had turned black. Sweat was dripping down my black shirt past my shorts and onto my red skin. The next day it wasn’t hard to stand up but merely impossible. My blue striped bed sucked me in right as I heard footsteps. I had no choice but to explain the situation to my dad who ironically told me to take it easy the day before. This wasn’t going to be fun.