so today im running on the treadmill at my over-the-top shit show of a gym…then, all of the sudden in walks an older man probably early to mid 70’s. ok, so what right? well, i have to say first off, i give props to older people working out in a gym that has so much stimulus, testosterone, and just “stuff” going on. secondly, i always watch people in front of me as i do cardio; it keeps me from thinking about the run (i dont have a runner’s brain). so, im admiring the older man getting on the elliptical, and look him over, and find that his whole calf from knee to ankle is covered in a tribal tattoo. ummm, ok. i didnt even register it for a minute because im completely desensitized by tattoos. i like them, i notice them, but then i go about my business. then, it finally did register. this guy is literally early to mid 70’s like i stated before and looks like anyones grandpa. so then like a creep as im running at 6.4, i hone in on his leg. luckily i didnt trip on my own feet. the tattoo is clean, lines are still sharp…so point being, it’s fairly new. it’s not a 50 year old forearm anchor like what my grandpa had. it was fresh.
still, point being, i want to be just like him when im his age.
i give him my admiration today. i thinks its beautiful that he is still making daring choices in his life. maybe it was his first audacious move ever in his life? or maybe hes an aries and has always been ruled by his innate fire? or maybe hes been on the fence between the two his whole life and decided to go big? or maybe its symbolic of something? maybe he spent his whole life taking his grandson fishing, and to repay the favor and time spent, the grandson took him to cool him out by getting him his first tattoo?
i know, im very involved in the evolution of this man and his tattoo, but its really beautiful that people have their own reasons for things, and we’ll never know what some of those reasons are. we all flutter around like butterflies living our lives, and then all of the sudden someone catches your attention. today for me was like walking around my neighborhood and peeking through the windows from the sidewalk (and let me specify, i dont cruise through the bushes or anything like that…i DO NOT leave the side walk, jesus). but just because im curious about how other people decorate, or just how they live intrigues me. and all you out there do the same shit too, so dont try to say you dont. we all have a little a little voyeur in us…its ok, but anyway, back to grandpa.
i feel like i got to see into a little window of this random man, doing his random things. but the simple difference is i paid attention to the minor detail that got me thinking and kept me entertained and entertained still, and it was nice. i would like to say “thank you” to him today for inspiring me. he doesnt and will never know that he made the slightest impact on me today just being him. i think he rocks, and he gives me something to look forward to when im in my “golden years”. “stay gold ponyboy, stay gold.”