Okay, it's no wonder I've never belonged to a gym before.
Let me just start by saying that I do not, by any stretch of the imagination, look like this when I remove my shirt:
Neither, however, am I at the other end of the spectrum:
I live, I should think, somewhere in the middle, closer to this:
Which has, up until this point, been fine by me.
I mean, I knew that people of that second sort existed; after all, I'd photographed them from a distance. But I had no idea that they existed in such large numbers or that they tended to congregate in gyms, seemingly with the sole purpose of making the rest of us feel inadequate.
I've been going to the gym before work, varying my arrival time anywhere between 7 a.m. and 7:30 a.m. From purely unscientific observation, it would appear that the Greek Gods like to sleep in, and really don't start arriving at the gym much before 8 a.m., which, of course, is about the time I'm getting out of the shower and heading off to work.
It's probably best that I don't have to stare at the Greek Gods while I'm working out. I think it would tend to be overly disspiriting.
On a happier note, Fozzie insists that he's able to see changes in my body already, after only a week. I'm a little convinced that's wishful thinking on his part, but I'll take it. It might motivate me out of bed tomorrow morning.
Let me just start by saying that I do not, by any stretch of the imagination, look like this when I remove my shirt:
Neither, however, am I at the other end of the spectrum:
I live, I should think, somewhere in the middle, closer to this:
Which has, up until this point, been fine by me.
I mean, I knew that people of that second sort existed; after all, I'd photographed them from a distance. But I had no idea that they existed in such large numbers or that they tended to congregate in gyms, seemingly with the sole purpose of making the rest of us feel inadequate.
I've been going to the gym before work, varying my arrival time anywhere between 7 a.m. and 7:30 a.m. From purely unscientific observation, it would appear that the Greek Gods like to sleep in, and really don't start arriving at the gym much before 8 a.m., which, of course, is about the time I'm getting out of the shower and heading off to work.
It's probably best that I don't have to stare at the Greek Gods while I'm working out. I think it would tend to be overly disspiriting.
On a happier note, Fozzie insists that he's able to see changes in my body already, after only a week. I'm a little convinced that's wishful thinking on his part, but I'll take it. It might motivate me out of bed tomorrow morning.
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