For some reason when I’m at the gym, trying to get buff ‘n rich, I do this role play thing in my head.
I know I’m kind of a weird dude, but it isn’t LARP’ing, if that’s what you’re wondering…
But my gym has this indoor track that loops around the entire facility, enwrapping all the weights, protein powder bros, big butt baddies squatting in those butt crack pants (you know the ones I mean?), and other gym culture you don’t make eye contact with but instead keep your eyes affixed to the straight and narrow, you good little soul…
And on a brief side note: since Vegas is either sweltering hot or frigidly cold, with minimal middle ground, I believe this indoor, climate-controlled track encircling said fish tank of hormones and longing hopes, to be quite architecturally impressive…
So as I walk the track, I intersperse light jogging or fast walking with ab stuff or muscle stuff, but never any butt stuff.
Just mostly I do arms and the occasional squats when I feel a pang of guilt in my chest for not being more “balanced”.
And for some reason—I don’t know if it’s to avoid wretched boredom or because my mind needs to dwell on something positive to avoid going down dark corridors, I envision…
That I…
Am the King and Queen’s head general…
…….
…..training for battle, or you know, in case the King and Queen need to send me on a special mission.
And as embarrassing as it is to divulge stuff like this, I am doing it for your betterment.
Only because if I tap into something powerful, my personality is such that I really love letting others know about it.
Who knows, maybe I’m crazy…
But this little roleplay I do, or envisioning, or raw-minding–whatever you want to call it–it conjures a vision that summons attitudes, thoughts, and effort, that spews forth at a much higher output than I’d be able to accomplish otherwise.
So please laugh, because it is funny.
But also, effective.
-Paul