This is my first blog, ever...so he goes.
I'm just over thirty years old and I now look back and remember some moments in my life. Now keep in mind that I am, according to some, a very physically strong person.
It was about six years ago, myself and two of my friends are at a bar in Montreal. We kind of hit the loud mouth juice a little hard and deceide to dare each other. Don't worry, this doesn't end with us kissing in a hot tub. Daring MANly things. My buddies dare me to lift things, the pool table. No problem. I lift one side off the floor. What else...how 'bout my Honda? Sure why not. We go outside, it's snowing, get to my Honda and open the back door. I place my shoulders in the frame and lift. The back wheels lift off the ground. Wow! my buddies are now going crazy. "How 'bout my GMC Savanah 1500?" Ok. I get to the truck, crouch down, grab hold of the bumper and lift. And lift. AND LIFT. My buddies are yelling and cheering me on like I was running towards the end zone with the game winning SuperBowl touchdown. Then suddenly, I realize I can't do it. This is impossible. It's a f@*king truck!
This might not seem funny, but what I didn't mention was it is only 6pm at supper time and we are right beside a busy upscale restaurants with everyone at a window is watching us, and we are yelling so loud they called the police on us.
And I realized just now, while writing this blog, I am not Superman