When I told this story to Catherine, she was stomping the floor with her foot while laughing…
So the other day, walking to the gym with Kelly and Brian, I was talking about how I end up more often than not, going to the gym with Brian on the day he works out his back. And that my lats are getting larger. Brian, skeptical, asks me how I can tell.
And it’s cause I’ve got little wings when I do a Hulk pose for Sal when we’re playing superheroes around the house.
But Brian corrects me. Saying that there is a better pose to define the lats and he kind of shows me it while we’re walking down the street. I spend the rest of the walk trying the pose and trying to feel my lats. Not really successful. So we’re in the locker room and I’m stalling with chit chat until Brian takes off his shirt and then I pounce. “Hey – show me that pose!”
But he’s too shy.
I can’t convince him, through flattery or bully-ery. So we goto work out, except need to tap the bladder first. At the mirror, washing our hands, I ask him one more time. He looks around, it’s just us, so he whips off his shirt and goes into the pose. Now, I’m not sure that it’s much clearer that way or not, but it was interesting to watch. Then some other guy walks in, on the way to the shower. It was a little awkward.
But we’re not like the dudes on Little Britain…yet.