An unexpected interaction during my semi-regular gym program yielded the kind of feedback that drives you to keep torturing yourself.
Well almost …
After a brisk cardio workout and innumerable pushups (I forgot to count.) in sweaty heat-induced stuffiness, I head for the locker room and my pre-office shower. Wrapped discreetly – and considerately – in a towel cinched at the waist, I headed to the shower.
As I passed a significantly younger gym denizen leaving the showers, he called out, “Now I know who you remind of!”
I stopped and turned, curious and asked, “Who?”
“Goldberg“!, he said, “You know, the wrestler.”
I was momentarily stunned. Goldberg? The once-upon-a-time WWF wrestling superstar!?! One of the very, very few wrestling personalities I recognize?!? (Sorry, boys.)
THE Goldberg?!? Wow!!
Holy freakin’ moly!! I wanted to run back out to the gym and do another 10 pushups … maybe flip that huge truck tire from hither to yon, just like all the other pumped up studs do!! Throw in a few dead lifts and power squats … and where did I put heavy bag gloves???
Then I ruined it all.
Instead of basking in the glow of an unexpected compliment and allowing the ‘roid-flavored accolade to soak into my obviously impressive physique, I said the stupidest thing possible in such a situation.
I said, “Really?” … a bit too eagerly, maybe a tad desperate.
“Yeah …”, he said, “Just a lot older.”
“Great …”, I muttered, and shuffled off to shower my deflated ego.
Moral of the Story: Shut up and keep your head down … especially at the gym!
UPDATE: It has been brought to my attention that perhaps my gym counterpart was simply referring to me from the neck up; was high on highly-concentrated endorphin powder; or legally blind!
There is no evidence to support any of these claims. The observation was entirely free of descriptive limitation, qualification, bribery, mental defect, addiction or fanciful skullduggery!
He may have been talking about your hair line.. Just thinking