Tonight I was at the gym, and I biked hard. I did a 10 mile ride in 29:20! Phew! That is some work for me folks. I was sweating like there was no tomorrow. Still I felt good. At one point though I felt I was pushing a bit too hard with my knees, so I backed off a bit. At the end of the ride it was all good.
After my workout I went to shower. As I was getting dressed I listened to a conversation a couple of lockers away from me. Two stunningly handsome men were talking. You should know, if you don't already, I go to the gayest gym in Chicago. It is in the heart of Boystown!
So one guy asked the other what he had for lunch. The second guy told him - salad, with grilled chicken. The first guy began to chastise him for having chicken. The salad offender said he needed the protein. The other guy told him that protein won't help him look good. "This is how you get fat," he said. Let me assure you the body fat on these two was maybe 10%-15%. No one was in danger of getting fat. The guy who was irked told him this meant they had to work out longer tonight. The other guy looked dejected and followed him as they headed out into the gym.
Now I don't know the nature of the relationship, and I don't care. The guy who got mad over chicken was a pig in my book. C'mon....grilled chicken on a salad is NOT the end of the world. Grrrr!
Charlie
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