I mentioned elsewhere that my son just got a new bench PR. It doesn't really matter what the number is, he worked hard for it. It's really the same as when anyone works hard to get stronger and reaches a goal, whether that goal is 100 pounds or 800 pounds, right? A good guy praises him, doesn't put him down, or suddenly make the discussion about himself.
So Sam posts on his FB profile that he got the 315. Several friends and his dad and mom congratulate him. I make a comment alluding to a friendly competition that Sam has had for years with one of his "uncles" here on the mission station where we live, whose PR is 317. So a guy jumps into the comments and says, "Let me know when you beat mine at 495."
Well, I don't know how y'all react to that, and maybe I'm just being an overprotective papa, but sounds to me like a big put-down. "Ha! Your PR ain't nothin compared to my big number." The thing is, I don't think this guy would lie, but I would guess that his 495 is a machine chest press, and probably set years ago. He is overweight and flabby. But he's a repeat volunteer doctor and big donor to our hospital, or I'd probably be more direct in my reply to him. As it is, I think I should just ignore it, but I'm tempted, really tempted. When he comes here to volunteer he never comes to the gym. In fact, his most recent time volunteering here was about his 5th, and he admitted it was the first time he had seen the gym. See is all he did. He mentioned that he had some tension bands that he was using for his travel workout, but it turned out that they were the aerobic tube type of bands. He said (with great aplomb) that he was going to donate them to the gym when he left. Gee, thanks.
So anyway. Rant over.
Our greatest fear should not be of failure, but of succeeding at things in life that don't really matter.--Francis Chan