I've recently made a new discovery in my life, the joy of weight lifting. Joy, you ask? How can expending so much energy and work be so rewarding? Well, joy might not be the best term to use but I do find this new hobby gratifying for several reasons. First of all I've always felt satisfied when I'm completely worn out after exercising. This was one of the highlights of studying Hwa Rang Do for so many years. You'd be absolutly wiped, barely able to move, unable to stand, completely sweaty and yet, oddly happy. Lifting can do this as well. Another great thing about lifting is the wide variety of exercises one can to strengthen the body. It's petty much to the point now where there's a particular weight, machine or movement that will work any muscle (okay,I know how all of your minds work. Not quite any muscle). And the best reason I love to lift is that it gives even us skinny guys a sense that we have muscles, too. After you lift and you're all "pumped up" (insert apropriate AWWnold accent), the guy in the mirror looks half way decent. I know, I know... it's a little vain, but I've practically been the same weight since I first started high school 15 years ago. Don't get me wrong, I've got no major complaints. But it would be nice to put on a little mass so that when I'm an old man I'm not just a bunch of skin and bones!