I recently moved to a new town and joined a gym. It's not one of those fancy gyms with weight machines, a latte bar, and women in spandex running around trying to be noticed by men. It's a sweaty men's gym with barbells and dumbbells that require men to double up and spot for each other. The first day I was there, Jack "Kell" Kellson, a solid built six-foot-three-inch muscle boy my age, came over and spotted for me, right...