...I ran into a girl who posts on this board as well as another bodybuilding board.
I don't know her in person, but i know her well by these boards.
She's not a big name around these parts, but if i mentioned the name, you'd know it.
Anyways, as I'm walking out of the store with my wife (and a great shirt to boot) she barges in front of us.
Oh gentlemen, woe is me. Mind you, she's not a fitness gal, she's a bodybuilder. Her veiny masculine arms coupled with her jeans obviously intended for men to wear and her tanktop caused me to spit out my Starbucks latte.
My wife looked at her and started laughing. I could not help but burst out in laughter, partly because i recognized her from here, and partly because she looked like a freak.
This was my first real life encounter with a female bodybuilder in a normal setting. Wow. Why do they do this to themselves? She looked like a freak. Everyone was looking at her, but not the same way someone would look at a gorgeous blonde in a miniskirt. People were laughing. I was laughing. My wife was laughing.
She walks into a women's shoe store next door. My wife says "Paul, don't you think she should go to a lumberjack store instead? I think that's more to her liking..."
to which I responded with "but what would her wife say if she got something that was not fashionable?"
How sad.
Ok fellas, the market's closed. Off I go, have a good weekend.
Paul Allen
