An article from the March 2004 issue of Muscle and Fitness Hers was posted to the bulletin board of my gym. Here's one excerpt:
"The gluteus maximus is one of the largest and strongest muscles of the body. Running from the crest of the pelvic bone to the rear of the thigh, its function is hip extension (i.e., moving the thigh backward)."
Now you know one of the muscles to work out if you want to fuck better. I'm not a certified sexologist, but I would guess that in addition to working out your pelvis, the hamstrings are the other muscles you would need to strengthen. I wonder if Nautilus makes a Thrust-o-Matic?
I find it amusing when I see people working out their ass muscles. I understand that when people work out other parts of their body, they're not doing it for the purpose of improving their plow-pulling abilities. Obviously, they're doing it to look good and feel good. But at least when you strengthen your arms, there are practical benefits to gain. For one thing, it's easier to lift the water cooler at work. When you work out your ass, though, you're making a clear statement to everyone at the gym that you want your ass to look good. (Notwithstanding the people who are trying to improve their thrusting ability.)
You would think that the achievement of a better ass is not always something you can relish. The primary obstacle to enjoying your new ass is the absence of eyes in the back of your head. You can't actually see anyone checking out your ass unless you happen to catch somebody in the act. Plus, there's that whole social convention thing that prevents most people on the street or at work from complimenting you. If somebody should happen to compliment you, chances are you're going to suspect ulterior motives. It's unfortunate that in our culture, a comment like "nice ass" can never really mean just "nice ass".
Basically, when you work out your ass muscles, you're really only doing it for two possible forms of payoff. The first is the compliments from your significant other and/or girlfriends. (Note that a guy, a heterosexual guy anyway, will never expect compliments from hisfriends.) But besides the compliments, what have you got? Just your own eyes checking out your own ass in a mirror.
You might say that an extension of your own ass appraisal are the appraisals by people whose reactions you don't see but which you can imagine. In other words, you spot someone walking in your direction and you say to yourself, "This guy [I'm assuming only a woman would think this] is definitely going to check out my ass when he walks by." Then, I supposed your ass would feel warm (a la Eddie Murphy) as you imagine your ass getting checked out.
Then again, maybe you're working out your ass so you don't have to buy a dozen new pairs of pants. A lot of people make the mistake of thinking that working out a part of the body that's fat will eliminate the fat in that area. Not true. If your ass is too goddamn big to fit in your pants, you need to cut down on your calorie intake and burn calories by exercising. Working out your ass may, theoretically, make your ass bigger. Therefore, I'd recommend that you keep the weights low on that ass machine, if you choose to use it.
It's really amazing how much more women are conscious of their bodies as to compared to men. On one extreme, some women go to women-only gyms. (Presumably, so they're not being stared at by men.) On the other extreme, the majority of women at co-ed gyms seem to wear tight-fitting clothing.
Subconsciously, I think I rate every woman I see in a gym. It's as necessary a task as remembering what weight to put on the bar. I know it can make someone uncomfortable to stare at them (namely, me, when I get caught looking), so of course I need to utilize the mirrors. There's also the "sweeping glance" method, which works well behind a row of treadmills. Once in a while, there's a woman directly opposite me working out her thighs on a machine that requires her to spread her legs apart against some resistance. I'm confident that a man was involved in the invention of this device, or at least in its positioning at my gym. Even a castrated pope would catch himself in an improper glance opposite this machine. Maybe I'm alone here, but I find this particular sight inspiring. For some reason, it can make my last rep significantly easier.
In the midst of one unique environment, it can be somewhat startling to encounter something you usually only expect to see in another environment. That's why I was so impressed when I walked past the magazine rack in my gym and saw a copy of Health magazine, one Essence magazine, two copies of Hamlet, one copy of The Merchant of Venice, and one copy of The Fountainhead.
Not bad reading for a full body and mind workout. From head to ass.
