Wednesday, March 21, 2007

300 Push Ups

I though the only impression left on one's mind after he watched the movie 300 was only the blood spills. But apparently I was wrong.
People are apparently impressed by the hundreds of man running around and killing each others while showing their biceps and abs. So after watching the movie, many people are inspired to go down to the street, wearing nothing but a cape and tight shorts.

No sorry, that’s not the right effect. What people are inspired to do is to hit the gym and get the body like those 300 Spartans. I read on Yahoo.com that people are searching the Internet for the 300 workout routine (here). Also, Men’s Health magazine also featured an article of their workout (here).

You see how people are now more obsessed with their figure? There are more gyms everywhere in Jakarta and Singapore so that people can go there after work and try to find an excuse to eat more fat (“Hmm, I did 3 bench presses today, so it’s okay for me to eat this ribs and ice cream”). And now when they see a movie filled with people with hands the size of my refrigerator, they are inspired to go in front of a mirror, look at their body, and say to themselves, “I am going to have that body,... right after I finish this macaroni and cheese and jelly donuts”.

Fortunately I have passed the period when a movie can affect what I think about my body. Luckily that period happened a few years back when all famous stars did not understand the difference between deltoid and mozzarella. I mean, the most famous star back then was Michael Jackson, whose body is not wider than a regular straw, and even the action movie stars back, such as the young Mel Gibson and Bruce Willis then never showed their pecs and biceps, because they did not have any. They did, however, have a Carl’s Jr’s abs and Ben & Jerry’s chin.

But now Hulk-size pecs and abs are everywhere. Maybe that means I also must go to the gym often and cut down my chocolates intake. I guess I must do more exercise. Tomorrow then. Or maybe next week. I think...

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