Ever since I started personal training sessions way back in the days before Hurricane Sandy, my workouts overlapped with another guy, who has perfect gym clothes and a ridiculous body. This should have been inspiring, but as I struggled and strained and saw minimal results—my trainer pointed out that because I hadn’t the foresight to do sports when I was young, I had to start from scratch at the gym, which is why things are taking so long—I just felt envious.
I hadn’t seen him for a few weeks, but he was back at the gym on Wednesday, and the change in his appearance was shocking. Gone were the muscles, which made his short height irrelevant. He was slim and toned, but somewhat gaunt. I asked my trainer if he was trying to lose weight.
“Yeah, he’s training for a competition,” he said, and shrugged. “People want what they want.”
“That’s crazy,” I said. “I would have killed for his body and now he looks like me!”
There’s a lesson in there somewhere for me, but I don’t think it will stick.