I'm Hans, and I'm Franz, and we want to Pump you Up

So today was the day.  Dan and Andy and I went to the PEIF to work out.  Let me start by telling you that at this moment the only part of my upper body capable of moving are my fingers.  I haven’t lifted weights since I was, I don’t know, 22, and since I am now 30 I am quite a bit more out of shape.  Don’t get me wrong, I had a good work out, and a good time, but it didn’t come without a few surprises.  I thought Dan would be Mr. Load up the Weights and pump until we die.  I thought wrong.  Yeah he’s good the goods, but watch out for Andy!  Dan and I had no clue.  Follow this conversation…

Dan: So you want 25’s?

Andy: Na, (yeah he’s going lighter!) put on the 45’s (crap, he want’s to show Dan up).

That’s how we started.  Andy muscled right through that (135lbs) and each set we ADDED more weight.  By the third set Andy was up to 205, Dan had to stop at a close 195, and I was left back at 115.  At this point Dan had christened Andy as “A Beast” and I am feeling more and more doomed by the second. 
In the end, I got psyched up enough to get the job done (mostly out of not wanting to be laughed at) and I pushed myself, but only as far as I could handle, as we did incline benches, tricep curls and a bit of an abs workout.  It really was a good workout, even the part where I decided it might be fun to jog home.  So, we jogged the 3 blocks to my house and I collapsed on the porch in sheer exhaustion. 
When my arms regained enough strength to pick up the laptop I did.  Now I have to put it back on the table, though I don’t know if I have enough strength to do that.  I have one week to recover until I dive back in and punish myself again.