Personalities Abound

While today is a rest day from working out, the last two days were not. I pushed hard at the gym... trying to get as much quality out of the lesser quantity of my training these days. It was nice to see familiar faces, and continue my humorous commentary on the regulars. So, here we go...

Shoulders was back... though the last two days he'd toned down the bright-colored T-shirt. Perhaps that was in direct result of the fact that his shoulders have emassed themselves to a whole new level of ginormous, and probably ate the other T-shirts whole. Gnat was not present either of the last two days, and I found I missed his cheery flitting about -- he amuses me, and as such makes the time pass quicker. Perhaps he's on vacation.

Now, there are two new gym personalities I want to introduce you to:
Xena Warrior Princess -- She's around 5'8" tall, with long black hair that she keeps tied up in a knot on the top of her head. Her face is exotically pretty, and her body... well, she is the sexiest, most cut woman I have ever seen. She's not cut in that weird, scary, female body-builder way, but instead in the lean, sexy style of a woman that takes pride in her body, and actually uses the muscles for something other than pumping iron in the gym. The woman has essentially no body fat, and manages to keep herself looking cool and composed as she benches 160lbs through three sets. In contrast, I'm dripping with sweat, my hair's a wild mass of medusa-like disarray and stuffed under a battered Red Sox cap. Cool and composed? Not so much. I want to be Xena when I grow up.
Eye Candy -- Ok ladies, this one, you want to pay attention to. He's 6'0" and probably 225lbs of cut, Greek God perfection. Blonde hair, green eyes, and a ridiculously defined abdominal section that makes a 6-pack look like child's play. I've been around my share of men, and as such can usually control my reactions to them without a lot of effort. But Eye Candy distracts me to the point that I all but drool -- and because of that I push myself harder through my circuit, so if I ever get the opportunity to have a conversation with him, I'll have to thank him. And ask him to help me with pull-ups, seeing as they're my enemy, and he has them mastered, as he was doing dozens of wide-grip pull-ups, while holding what looked like a 40lb dumbbell between his feet. Show-off. Not that I minded, of course :)

Well, off to work for me... it's my Tuesday...