The Power Squatter

So today, while at the gym, I got the infamous cool guy “whats up” chin raise and wink by a meathead in jeans..let’s reiterate... in jeans! I have nothing against jeans, I think Levi Strauss was a good man, but seriously, who wears jeans to the gym? And, the best part was, this guy was strutting past after finishing up on the squat press machine...I don’t know, but I’m imagining that must surely present some sort of concern for chafing or skin breakdown or something. I wouldn’t want to try it myself, and I don’t even have any love spuds hanging down between my thighs to present the element of friction. Anyway, moving on, I’m over-thinking this.

I guess I theoretically could have been flattered by Jean’s acknowledgement of my existence, but I was too busy LOL’ing in my mouth to care. I wonder what appealed to him about me: my space camp shirt , the fact that I was on the hip abductor machine, the Earth, Wind and Fire blasting from my ipod, or the fact that I have a vagina. I wonnnnder ....anyway, he might have been a Rhodes scholar for all I know, but I’d be willing to bet, based solely on appearances and behavior analysis, that he’s a lot like my dog. Like Buddy, people probably compliment him all the time for being beautiful, but once they get to know him better, he’s probably a bit of a ra-tard. He probably has a bit of a humping issue too. Don’t get me wrong, I love Buddy...he’s my boyfriend ( what can I say, i’ve always had a bit of a proclivity towards the hairy chested), but what a superficial existence those two have. I mean, its ok for a dog, but do some people seriously just float around in life with such a shallow existence that their main goal in life is to look good to get people to acknowledge them, perhaps even pet them?

I’m all about taking good care of my body, but I also think that my body is just a piece of the puzzle that needs my attention. I’m grateful that I was given a body that’s healthy and easy to tote around, and I’m not going to take that for granted if I can help it. But, I look at my body as more of a vehicle I need to take care of to get me around to experience the really cool things in life, not as some special needs baby that requires every last drop of my attention to the point that I don’t do anything else. I see my hot body with the huuuge boobs (sorry, can’t resist) as a means, not as the end. The same goes for other “shallow” commodities in life (money, clothes, other people’s approval, etc). It is necessary that we acknowledge the need for those things at a certain level to get along in the world, but I don’t think the acquisition of these things should define our entire existence. One of my favorite quotes is “ we are not human beings having a spiritual experience, but spiritual beings having a human experience.” Hearing that quote always reminds me that this life thing is temporary...so why waste all of our time and energy pursuing efforts towards things that are relatively shallow and temporary in comparison to eternity? Life is too short for that in my humble opinion.Poor meathead; he probably has no idea about all the sweet gifts in the world that are at his disposable if he could just step away from the steroids and fitness magazines. On top of the gym, there is awesome music to enjoy, good books to read, oceans to swim in, and lessons to learn. I thoroughly enjoy working out, but I am also thankful that my world has been expanded beyond Gold’s. I’m thankful that I have grown up (or am working on it) and am starting to become appreciative of all the little things that life has blessed me with. I plan on taking good care of my body and will continue to hit the gym, but not so much for the purpose of attracting the attention of guys doing power squats,but for the purpose of taking optimal care of myself so that I can continue to have the energy and stamina to carry out this life thing and be used for good purposes (whatever those may be). Osh Kosh B’Gosh, life is good.