Fun from my friend Gennady's life. They roll, therefore, in their room (and it is on the first floor, the door goes out to the street). Guys and all serious picked up, all for 90-100-110 kg themselves, and weights are raising decent, which they are proud of. They sat there that day. There was a weight of 150 kg on the stang. Beyond the room is such a tiny man, thick, with a stomach. It goes by the course of the beer shop - the sofa of the house, in each hand pulls 4 bottles of beer (between the fingers holds). He goes into the room and says, “Oh guys, I’ve also been crawling once. Remember what his youth." Takes, puts bottles on the floor, fits under 150 kg, sits so easily again 4-5, puts on the place of the bar, takes the bottles and goes away with the words: "Oh, it was time!". And he leaves. Need to say that the boys that day all the motivation to sit down was killed at the root.