Being around bodybuilding for so long it is impossible for me ever see myself as “big”. I understand I am significantly more muscular that the average guy but having been around bodybuilders, I just don’t find my physique impressive.
I have mentioned before that I don’t like the attention. But yesterday was a beautiful day, a sunny 85F, so I wore a tank out shopping. I stopped for sushi at our regular place. A lady across the room, appearing either crazy or drunk, perhaps both, kept eyeballing me. Without my glasses people in the restsurant all look fuzzy to me so I just ingnored it.
But then she came over, rambled some incoherent shit and proceeded to pull up at chair at my table.
”Well, help yourself to a seat.” I said.
She finally got around to her query; “Are your muscles real? I mean, are they implants?”
First time I’d heard that. Seems so strange to me. What did she see that I don’t?
I generally hate my body. My thick waist from getting old and many years of using my body in terrible ways outside the gym, in the military. My one gimpy, smaller leg from severe trauma foot bone to the hip bone.
But regardless, I am happy to be walking and know I look better than nearly everyone in my age group here in the “Leaving Las Vegas” boozeland that is Cabo.