Of Dumbbells, Grit and Determination“Aaah! Mmmm! Ohh Yess! Come on don’t stop now! Once more! Yesssssss! That was awesome, stud!”
Sounds familiar?
If not then visit the local unisex gymnasium at Ghaziabad. You will find yourself right in the middle of action there.
Men, in all shapes and sizes, pumping kilograms of iron (workout lingo for lifting weights, you dodo) like nobody’s business. And their training partners coaxing them to go for one more rep (Goood! workout lingo for repetition damn it!)
And what else do you think those screams and moans are all about? There is much more to life than hot, steamy, sweaty sex. (Rolling my eyes)
Wait a minute, did we mention sex? Aah! That brings into the macho conversation the remaining part of the population that makes the unisex gym, unisex… the girls.
Aren’t they lucky? No matter how one looks, talks or no matter how much she talks, wherever there is a female there are at least 5 desperate male tongues longing to lick her… feet.
And please do me a favour, wipe off that stupid smile off your face.
The local unisex gym at Ghaziabad gym is no exception. On closer observation you will find that 90% of future Mr. Schwarzeneggers are in all shapes and sizes but that of the one.
“Now now, after all when they are sweating their backsides off why shouldn’t they be in right shape”, you might wonder.
Please have an open mind and listen. We are not talking about chiseled bodies here. We are discussing the power of mind over body. A mind so powerful it will ignore the body without a sweat.
Remember the desperate tongues longing?
Exactly, these 90% of the future Mr. Schwarzeneggers will NEVER miss their workouts. Those 2 hours are the highlight of their days, their solace, their nirvana. Never have interacted with the fairer sex, that too in short t-shirts and slacks, gym is heaven for them.
The heavy weights lifted and the loud coaxing is not intended to build muscle but to attract the female attention. Desperate cries to impress the girls. With the hope that they would look beyond their ponches, male titties and double chins and see the Tarzan within ready to sweep them off their feet.
Not all resort to such exhibitionism. There are these strong and silent types (read uncles). Strong and determined to ogle at girls half their age as they stand between them stretching their limbs in no planned fashion. Please note, their focus is admirable. No matter how obvious their eye movements are, nothing can stop them from ‘scanning’.
A few go a step further and throw a Sean Connery smile through the mirror.
Poor Girls, life is so difficult for them. Right?
Wrong.
These specimens who never lifted their arms till they are at the wrong side of 25 years that they realized their friends and cousins are all getting married. Desperate situation calls for desperate measures. Not so like Demi Moore. They hit the gym. And to their pleasant surprise for those 2 hours they feel no less than Demi Moore. Courtesy, the longing tongues and determined uncles.
Do you see the harmony, the bliss and the hope that pulling your sorry ass out of the bed and hitting the unisex gym bring to you?
So get up and get going. Right now. OK. Tomorrow. For sure.
And if you were wondering about the remaining 10% of the population and their salient features, let me help you. They are the ones who are busy defining their biceps into three essential parts, discussing the Encyclopedia for Modern Body Building by Arnold Schwarzenegger between sets and once in awhile observing they rest of the 90% to get ideas for their next blog entry. How boring.
