Dear Sir,
I could help but notice you at the gym the other day. You caught my attention when you stood right in front of me and began doing Muscle Man poses in front of the mirror. I'm not sure if it was the fact that I could easily bench press you or the awesome wife beater/early 90's windpants combo you were sporting, but I couldn't take my eyes off you. I couldn't breathe either. You see, I was doing my best not to laugh out loud. And while maybe some people like to push their lungs to the extreme breaking point by holding their breath while they do front dumbbell raises, I'd rather not. I like my lungs. They help me breathe, and say stupid things, and clever things as well.
So please, I'm all admiring what God has created. And I am glad that you have a high self esteem. Kudos to you. Let's just keep the admiring and self-awe at home, k?
Your #2 fan,
EB
1 comment:
This very thought always makes me uneasy being in the next to last row of treadmills at the gym. And "my" gym is a hospital rehab site as well.Lots of 'dirty old men' trying to look innocent enough! So is the person behind me watching the 'behind' show? Can't be a pretty picture!! Thanks for waking me up, Em, I think they put trick mirrors in gyms and beauty shops. Whadda ya think???
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