I was listening to Lady Gaga and Justin Bieber which got me hyped for the ol' gym.
Then reality hit me like a stinky, wet fart , right in the face
Fantasy mindset - I could lean out and be the Jay Cutler of the NPC masters division.
Reality check - I'm a chunky 53 yr old who hasn't competed since the yr before Clinton's re-election.
I have osteo arthritis in my right shoulder and sacrum/sacro ( low back).
My most fit years are now seen clearly in the rear view mirror. The poontang I can get is like me, older and smells musky.
On the good side , I can still get around without a walker and don't need to wear Depends. I still have most of the hair on my head, despite more nose and butt hair. I'm getting married again for the 4th time and my fiance' still likes to "do it" ( or at least pretends to).
I can stand naked in the gym locker room now with 1 foot up on the bench and say ;" Back in my day..."
Aaaaa screw it, I'm going to the gym but I might not lift. I can at least ride the exercise bike for 30 min while I watch some cable news show.
I can mutter and mumble abut how the country is going to hell while I ride. Then I can go sit in the hot tub and do my best to look like the creepy older guy , waiting to hit on some poor female.