I have a new nickname: "Muscles"
I was helping a friend's son move. My friend is sixty-five. His son, Tim, is thirty. The other helpers were two couples in their seventies and eighties.
The heavy lifting fell to Tim and to me. Whenever Tim needed help on something heavy he hollared, "Muscles!".
Everybody turned and looked at me when that happened.
That is a new phenomena for me. Growing up I had four or five brothers who were much more vigorous than I was. I never thought of myself as "Muscles."
I guess I am a late bloomer.