By Susan Howard
Today at my local gym, I got totally checked out. The gawker was a tall broad type of guy, blond hair pulled back into a ponytail and muscular. Let’s just say he was the kind of hot that you’d see in an ad for a sports watch or men’s cologne.
I know, I shouldn’t want to be “objectified,” and I don’t even like guys, and, hell, I have a wife, but it’s nice to know I still got it.
Maybe he was checking me out because I was lifting heavy and he was in awe of my brute strength, roar! Maybe when you workout you emit an extra glow that says I am alive and in the zone.
I just turned 48 and got a head turn from a 20-something Greek god.
Working out works. You look better, you feel better, and people check you out.
Now get to it.