man-imals
After a longer than ideal hiatus, I found myself back in the gym but to my dismay, the man-imals still seem to be out and about in full force. They are unmistakable to identify: small heads in proportion to their neck and shoulders, bulging muscles on their torsos and the smaller than most women chicken legs. (Do they think it looks good to only have buff upper bodies and skinny legs?) They carry their protein shakes around while wearing tank tops that for some reason or another are super low cut and have extremely large cut outs for their arms. (I don’t know a single woman who enjoys that look.) They make beast-like grunts when they lift weights that based on the volume and torturous sound, are probably way too heavy for them. Fortunately for yours truly, it seems that these man-imals keep to themselves. I guess it’s their reflection in the mirror that keeps them from being distracted by the fairer sex. I don’t know about your gym, but mine is not a meat market. Everyone is focused on their workout and will only take time to check out the other gym rats while on the treadmills that overlook the entire club. And thank goodness for this because it would be horrifying to meet someone when I’m drenched in my own sweat and am barely able to catch my breath. But anyway, here’s my tribute to all you man-imals out there. ☺