"I suppose I don't /need/ you persay." He confessed. "But, between work and family, I rarely have time to be social. So, I have the money why not hire someone to work with me at the gym." He shrugged. "I'm sure that sounds a little sad but, I'm nothing if not practical." He thought a moment regarding injuries. "I mean, I was shot many years ago but, it was in the abdomen and the pain rarely flares up." He brought the speed down just a but, so he could speak a little more clearly. "I can rep fifty under 300 lbs after a good warmup. But, pushing limits is something I'm /very good/ at." He bragged with a telling smirk.