Still struggling with the tail end of a flu. Tired easily. I dragged myself to the gym nonetheless and has a thoroughly mediocre workout. I was sweating profusely and eventually one of the treadmill bunnies bucks came up to me:
Treadmill buck: Wow, you’re working hard
Me: Yeah, today’s tough.
Treadmill buck: Not much into the weights myself. I see those meat men working and i think “if that’s what it takes to get a girlfriend, then count me out”, you know?
Me: Yeah well, I think there’s a big difference between what girls like and what those guys think girls like.
The next morning, while I was half-asleep my boyfriend listed all the body parts i shouldn’t change anything about; that he would prefer them to stay just as wide and round as they are now.
So it’s not just the meat men (no offense) that have the wrong idea of what women like. Attractiveness is certainly important. I have other motivations to go to the gym, of course, not in the least my health. But, much like my more testosterone-based buddies at the gym, we’ve reached that point of ‘maximised attractiveness’ (as subjective as that is), and yet we just keep on going. What motivation comes in its place? Attractiveness to yourself? OCD? Achievement? What makes already fit people come back to the gym to push themselves even harder? I’m not talking about addiction here (though gym addiction is certainly a serious topic worth discussing). Just about motivation.
I think i have my answer, and although part of my motivation may come from health and aesthetics, a new motivation has come into play.
I love being strong.
I love lifting stuff just for the pleasure of lifting stuff. I love being able to lift my guy and carry him around the room. I love stacking up weights and see a guy’s eyes bulge in surprise. I love taking on a new challenge and mastering it in the course of a few months. I love being able to use that strength in real life, carrying crates of beer to a party, helping a friend move, painting the ceiling. I love that my body is no longer a device to transport my brain from place to place, it’s a thing in its own right.
And as soon as this flu seeps out of me, I’ll damm well get back to it.