When Coronavirus hit, I was already stressing about knee and hip arthritis, but ditching the gym taught me how to get an even better workout at home. 

Summer 2010—My brother was staring at me like there was a tyrannosaurus rex sitting at the dinner table and no one else had noticed. “So, ah…have you been working out or something?”

It was a fair question because, in my first year of college, I had transformed from a wispy 145-lb distance runner into a 170-lb sirloin steak. More specifically, I had discovered the campus gym.

My first workout, I bounced from station to station like Jordan Peele soaking in the “splendors” of a continental breakfast. Ahhh…the mighty bench press! And now the lat pulldown machine. Dipping bars? Don’t mind if I do!

It was all new and exciting, but the real magic happened when I sat down to do some leg presses. Weirdly, I couldn’t seem to max myself out. Week after week, I pressed 180, then 360, then 450, and finally 500 pounds.

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