Blast! More Appropriately, Blast?

Well....after years of slothdom, I finally raised my ass from this very chair beneath me and  joined a gym today, BLAST! Fitness in Downers Grove.  I walked into BLAST! Fitness at about 9am this morning and took a really, really good look around.  The place was  cool and clean with a lot of brand new shiny equipment; and most important, it was nearly empty with three lonely free weight benches in the corner whispering my name...perfect!  I joined on the spot with the hope my Discover Card doesn't start ringing up unapproved charges.    Will I ever get to bench those big numbers again?   I think my shoulders will fall off before that ever happens....COL (Cry Out Loud), but I can dream!  Realistically, if I can drop 20 pounds and pump 4 plates for 12 reps without ending up in the repair shop,  I'll be happy.   I am also hoping my expectations don't cash any checks my muscle memory can't cover.  Heck,  I'll even throw in some cardio work a few days a week to keep my system honest.  So to Schwerty, Tillman, Laich, Harry-O (God bless you Harry, I still think about you often) and all my other old school "lifting" compadres over the last 34 years.....BLAST!!!!