I am a writer and real story filmmaker. I love storytelling in all its forms.
I sometimes wonder why I pushed myself so relentlessly in weight lifting. My motive, I think, was not an uncommon one; I was not the ninety-eight-pound weakling of bodybuilding advertisements, but I was timid, diffident, insecure, submissive. I became strong—very strong—with all my weight lifting but found that this did nothing for my character, which remained exactly the same
.What will people think of me?
Am I making a fool of myself?
Is this too embarrassing?
Is this too needy?
Am I undermining my professional image?