Vanity got the better of me tonight.
Bouyed by the surprisingly good result after stepping on the scales and the fact that the gym was populated entirely by attractive women, I went for the big red weights on the bench press, instead of the normal black iron weights. I'm still unclear as to why the male phyche encourages this type of behaviour, knowing full well that any subsequent act is more likely to backfire than actually impress anybody. The generally expected outcome was acheived; absolutely no notice was taken by anyone in the vicinity, excepting the positive encouragement from my PT stalwart.
But it was pointed out to me that the increased effort level had an unexpected side effect of greatly enlarging a pulsating vein in my forehead. To see this in action proved very difficult, since it disappears as quickly as it appears. I attempted a couple of quick runs to the mirror, without success. In the end, I found a contorted position during the "one armed row" exercise that allowed me to view the anomoly directly in the mirror.
If Michael Dorn ever gets tired of playing Worf in Star Trek, I have an exciting addition that I can list on my CV.
Current weight is 13 stones 2 pounds (184 pounds / 83.5 kg).
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These pulsating veins, particularly for the folicly challenged male are a big draw for the younger woman.
Point of information for readers: I am only partially follicly challenged, meaning I could easily pass for a Monk in certain situations.
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