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heart. You supply the heart and we’ll supply the rest. So what do you weigh? Around 225 would be my guess.”
    â€œI was 229 on my scale when I weighed myself this morning.”
    â€œForget your scale. Those bathroom jobs are never very accurate. You’ll get weighed every day here. Turn around.”
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œTurn around. I want to have a look at you.”
    Slowly, feeling very self-conscious, I turned.
    â€œThick chest, good-size arms, pecs are big, your legs look a little flabby.”
    I felt uneasy, like I was a prize horse.
    â€œHow much can you bench press?” he asked.
    â€œI can do 210 pounds,” I said proudly— that was more than anybody else on the team, including the seniors who had graduated.
    â€œOh, don’t worry about that. We’ll have you pushing some real weight soon enough.”
    My jaw practically dropped open. What did he mean by that?
    â€œIf you follow your program, you’ll be hoisting closer to three within twelve weeks.”
    â€œThree? Like in three hundred pounds?”
    â€œThat’s a minimum goal for somebody who’s going to weigh in at 260 pounds.”
    â€œBut I only weigh 229.”
    â€œYou only weigh 229 now. Twelve weeks from now is a whole different game. You don’t do a lot of weights, do you?” Tony asked.
    â€œI was in here a lot last year,” I said, shaking my head. “A couple of times a week.”
    â€œA couple of times? I thought you said a lot. Twice a week isn’t going to cut it, and you probably had nobody to train you. Most likely it was a bunch of you boys in here, more pretending and playing than actually working. We’ll take care of that. You have a good platform to build on. You’re naturally a big guy. How big is your dad?”
    â€œHe’s big,” I said. Actually, I remembered him as being huge, but most men are pretty big compared to nine-year-olds. It had been almost eight years since I’d seen him.
    â€œHow much does he weigh and how tall is he?”
    â€œA couple of inches taller than me and more weight,” I said. I wasn’t sure of his exact height or weight, but I didn’t like to talk about that.
    â€œThat’s great. It means we have room for growth. Have you ever taken megadoses of vitamins or used food supplements?”
    â€œSome chewable vitamins when I was small.”
    â€œThat isn’t quite what I was talking about. What that means is that most of the things
    we’re going to try, you’ve never tried. Forget the 300 pounds. We might get you up to bench pressing 325 pounds. They call you The Moose, right?”
    I nodded.
    â€œBy the time I’m through with you, they’ll be calling you a herd of moose.”
    â€œThat would be great.”
    â€œAll you have to do is follow the program and work hard.”
    â€œI’ll work hard,” I said.
    â€œI believe you. You know who you remind me of? Your attitude?”
    â€œWho?”
    â€œJessie McCarthy.”
    â€œI remind you of Jessie McCarthy?” I said, shocked.
    â€œYep. Kid always had the right attitude. I started training him when he was about your age. Helped him to become everything he is today. He still comes back to me. He’s got all those fancy trainers and therapists and coaches up there in the NFL, but it’s still me he calls when he needs to talk.”
    â€œThat’s incredible.”
    â€œSo, I think it’s time we got down to work.”
    â€œYou got it,” I said. “I’ll do whatever you want, whatever it takes.”
    â€œThat’s the attitude I like. We’ll talk about your individual program and then get you started. There’s no time to lose.”

Chapter Seven
    â€œExcuse me, young man, do you have any bananas?” came a voice from behind me.
    I took a deep breath before turning around. I was standing in front of a mountain of bananas, and beside me was a