I go to the gym regularly. I lift weights. But I have a weak upper-body--No getting around it. In fact, if Luke ever falls asleep in our bed, and I have to move him, I can't do it anymore. He is a solid 50 lbs of dead weight.
The other night, I had an experience that convinced me that under the right circumstances, I could kill a man with my bare hands.
Luke had been in a foul mood all day. He wasn't listening. He was being pouty, defiant and snotty. My in-laws showed up with some cookies for the kids. Luke was stretched out on the couch. I told Luke to scoot over so they could sit down. He ignored me. I told him again. He ignored again (in-laws looking on), I asked him a third time, no response. All of a sudden, I grabbed him, lifted all 50 pounds of him over my head just like Mangus Mangusen lifting a tree trunk on World's Strongest Man and carried him to his room and heaved him onto his bed. He never knew what hit him.
My in-laws were impressed. Sam couldn't believe it. This is how I know that under the right circumstances, when adrenline kicks in, and I get mad enough, I could take anyone. (Weak upper-body be damned!) Yes, I'm bragging--it felt good.