Oversharing?

So, wanna know something about me?  I've been holding this in for a couple of weeks.  I've been trying to come up with a tactful way of saying it.  I've been...giggling.  I can't believe I'm going to share this...

I...uh...can make my chest twitch.  (giggle)

Have you ever been at the gym and seen one of those huge muscle bound guys?  The heavy weighlifter/bodybuilder types?  Have you ever seem them flex their pectoral muscles for the girls around them, just to show off?

Well I can do that.  Kind of.

I was on the phone with my Mom a couple of weeks ago and I turned to look at Pete.  Out of the corner of my eye I saw my left chest twitch.  So I turned again and the same thing happened.  Then of course I kept turning and realized that I was making my chest twitch.  Or rather, I was flexing my pectoral muscle and you could actually see the result on the outside. 

(SMILE)

So what did I do?  I kept doing it of course.  I'd say to Pete, "Hey, look at this!" and flex.  The first few times he congratulated me and told me that it was cool.  Gradually that turned into a smile and a nod of the head.  Then it was just a nod.  Now he doesn't actually look at me, but he says, "Cool!" and continues whatever he is doing at the moment.  I believe that it's lost it's appeal for him.

But for me?  I keep doing it.  Several times a day.  Ok, lots of times.  But I'm not showing other people.  I'm just amazed that I have muscles to begin with.  I'm astounded that I can actually control them.  And I'm encouraged to keep striving for that second day soreness that tells me I'm building more muscles.

So, was that oversharing?