I wish I was a zucchini...

Today was the first day of weights class. My "walking program" didn't work out because of certain reasons so I didn't even bother to mention it to the weights professor. Bummer. 

Bummer? No. It's more like WHAT THE HUNKING SALAMI?!?!

Anyway...

We started out with warm-up exercises. Half the time I had no idea what was going on, good thing I had other classmates/all-knowing football guys who DID know what was to be done. Oh yes, lucky me eh?

After all of that we had to max out on the bench press. When it was my turn a realization hit me so shockingly I can't even come up with a good enough comparison. 

This is what came to my mind in that split second: If a wizard were to visit our school and observe our weights class they'd think we were some kind of lunatics. Or no, not just some kind, but ALL the different types of "lunatic" levels that exist. Hmmm...just a thought... I bet Umbridge would use weightlifting as a detention option. Just sayin...

And I'm not hating on this class, I don't necessarily disagree with a weightlifting class. I just disagree that it's a required class. There are some people, like me, who are a danger to the world in a class like that. 

It's times like these where I wish I was either 5 years old, 50 years old, or a zucchini...life would be much simpler...

Sigh,

-alexthezucchini