You sink. I had no idea that I would start sinking in bodies of water once I cut my fat down and packed on plenty of muscle, but yeah, I now need both a float saddle and a life jacket at the lake because Mother Nature is trying to suck me down underwater
Yeah, I’ll never forget my first time at a bath house. I hit up the salt pool, and a few of the staff kept telling me you just lay back and can float on the surface. They were so perplexed when I just sank and insisted I was “doing it wrong.”
Women will tend to be more ‘huggy’ towards you and they will feel around your back when they hug you (basically groping the muscles back there). I am very happily married but have experienced this a LOT with female work colleagues and family friends. It’s pretty harmless but definitely happens that a lot
lower body fat = more sweat. I am a sweaty mess a lot of the time and I can only chalk it up to lower body fat. It is really annoying component of my health journey
Working with a college swimming teacher at NCSU as his “drowning victim” for a class in Life Saving was a hoot. I would put up a little struggle, but once they began to pull me to the side of the pool, I would pull my feet out of the water, which sank my hips. The density of my body composition made me closer to an anchor.
Problems were I spent much of the class treading water and nearly drowning “being” saved. I sank like a rock even with a lung full of air.
You are fortunate that you aren’t living when disco was all the rage. I had to buy 38" waist pants to get my thighs into them. And then gather at the waist with a belt.
You are permanently pre-volunteered to help anyone move, and it’s ok because “you already got your workout for the day!”
The same holds true with helping people get their luggage overhead in an airplane. Or helping older people get watermelons out of the bottom of the fruit stand at the store, after which point they will wrap their hand around your arm as a form of thanks. In fact, in general, if you are in shape, you are apparently open season for being touched by strangers.
If it’s hot out and you wear a tanktop, you have given the world license to ask you if you have tickets to the gun show, if you have a permit for those guns, and where the nearest gym is.
If you are ever in a bad mood, it’s roid rage. And if you ever say you aren’t using steroids, that’s denial, because you’re using steroids.
After 10 years of hard training, you suddenly unlock your superior genetics that were lying dormant the whole time. Which is kind of weird for “superior genetics”