When I started weight lifting 21 months ago (the first exercise I had ever voluntarily done in my 28 years on this earth, haha), I tried using the chest fly machine at 10 pounds, and I could not get out a single rep. So I had to take the pin out and work at "0 pounds," just pushing the weight of the apparatus itself. Oh, the shame!

Beyond that level of weakness, walking up a flight of stairs was extremely embarrassing; I tried never to do it when anyone else was with me, because I'd be huffing and puffing for 2 minutes afterward.
Now, to borrow ValRock's phrase, I also feel pretty badass in my own little world.

I lift heavy, have picked up fun little fitness tricks like clapping pushups, pistol squats, and chinups, and I run for fun and can walk basically forever.
Several months back, I went to my university health clinic. The NP looked at my blood pressure and pulse (both of which have been quite low since I got fit) on the computer, frowned, then said, "Oh, it says here you're an athlete! That explains it." I said, "Oh, no, I told the NP I saw last time that I work out, but I'm not an athlete." She asked me, "What do you do?" I said, "Mostly I lift heavy and I run or do interval cardio." She said, "Well, that sounds like an athlete to me." Never, ever in my life did I think I'd be called athletic!
