worrierking
Footballguy
I am spending my lunch hour at the gym most days and I am getting in great shape. I am mostly lifting weights and I am probably as strong as I have ever been in my life, although I am not a bulky-muscle guy.
Today at the gym, I finished a hard set of thigh curls, for the quads, and moved to the next machine. A girl I've seen at the gym many times sits down at the machine I had just left and I watch her select the weight she would be lifting, my male ego secretly hoping she would select a much lighter weight than I had just completed (with a slight struggle, but no audible grunting). The girl is young, about 30 I guess, and very pretty, and very short--likely less than five feet. She is very strong-looking , with obvious biceps, etc., but still very attractive (she was not wearing yoga pants, so I think my description passes the new rules). I am thrilled to see that she takes the weight I had just been lifting and moves up one slot on the machine to make it just a little lighter and my ego is rescued from embarrassment.
I can't help but watch and see how many repetitions she does at the weight she selected and I count 20, which is just exactly what I had done three times (at the slightly higher weight). She rapidly does another set while I am on the new machine. I finish up and walk past her and realize she is doing her sets with only one leg and alternating (of course I had used both legs). I think I'll take up needlepoint or baking or something more befitting my athletic ability.
Today at the gym, I finished a hard set of thigh curls, for the quads, and moved to the next machine. A girl I've seen at the gym many times sits down at the machine I had just left and I watch her select the weight she would be lifting, my male ego secretly hoping she would select a much lighter weight than I had just completed (with a slight struggle, but no audible grunting). The girl is young, about 30 I guess, and very pretty, and very short--likely less than five feet. She is very strong-looking , with obvious biceps, etc., but still very attractive (she was not wearing yoga pants, so I think my description passes the new rules). I am thrilled to see that she takes the weight I had just been lifting and moves up one slot on the machine to make it just a little lighter and my ego is rescued from embarrassment.
I can't help but watch and see how many repetitions she does at the weight she selected and I count 20, which is just exactly what I had done three times (at the slightly higher weight). She rapidly does another set while I am on the new machine. I finish up and walk past her and realize she is doing her sets with only one leg and alternating (of course I had used both legs). I think I'll take up needlepoint or baking or something more befitting my athletic ability.