Mr Macho!
So today was my second day at the gym (you know, after having joined two weeks ago…) and it never ceases to amaze me just how vein some of these gym goers are!
Both yesterday and today I’ve caught two men take over the machines next to me, use the hardest level available so that the sweat starts pouring within approximately fifty seconds, only to catch them checking their appearance in the mirror every twenty seconds!
What exactly are they looking at?
Are they checking to see if their pecks aren’t bouncing around too much?
Making sure that their calves are at the most flattering angle? Or simply ensuring that their exercise face illustrates the full degree of their raw masculinity.
Personally, I go out of my way to avoid catching glimpses of myself in these mirrors because I knew that the person I’m going to see starring back will be coated in a thick layer of sweat, face barely recognisable behind the blotchy red skin with hair firmly stuck down in straggled strands around my forehead.
With this image in mind, and I’m fair certain that I’m not the only one who looks like this after a solid thirty minutes on the treadmill, it’s understandable that I pose the question, just why is it that gyms feel the urge to use mirrors as walls?
Until my encounter with the ‘macho’ men, I never quite understood why there were mirrors on every wall in the gym. Now of course the answer is obvious; to satisfy the enormous egos of the members. I guess some stereotypes fit reality perfectly.
