So for whatever reason I am often referred to as a meathead, well not for whatever reason…it’s because I compete in powerlifting competitions and enjoy shooting the shit with other weight lifters, but does this make me a meathead? Urban Dictionary defines meathead as an enormously muscular guy who cannot hold a conversation about anything other than weight-lifting and protein shakes. Gets upset very quickly when he cannot complete his own sentences and thoughts. Can be found at nightclubs wearing shirts that are 10 sizes too small (if at all). They are by far the most closely related human beings to that of apes, chimpanzees, and other primate. They are evolutionary hindered and are less capable of following directions than my dead hampster. A derogatory term referring to a person who is dead from the neck up which can be used as a noun or adjective.
Common meathead responses:
- "Bro let's down this protein shake then go to the gym."
- "Dude that guy has a Fall Out Boy shirt, do you think he's one of those Emos?
Prior to reading these explanations I would often brush off the idea of being a meathead, which I’m often called, but now after reading this I realized it is a bit harsh. I mean, a meathead??? All I think about is weight lifting and protein shakes? Dead from the neck up? I get upset easily? Well yea that last one is spot on but I am actually quite hurt by the idea that I’m some type of moron….the contrary is true….I’m well read in anthropology, literature, philosophy, economics, art, psychology, business, all of the basic sciences…and yes of course, exercise physiology…so am I guilty of being a meathead because the art of lifting is one my life passions??? I certainly hope not.
As a personal trainer, and hopefully soon physical therapist, I have to essentially “walk the walk” before I lecture others on proper diets and exercise techniques. Do my eyes light up at the thought of a new exercise program? Of course, just as an art patron is excited about a new exhibit at their local gallery. Do I enjoy the blood rushing to my legs and my back while blood vessels burst in my face as I squat 400lbs?!?!?! Most definitely, just as a mathematician feels accomplished after solving a complex algorithm. But I also enjoy school, classical music, and mentoring teens…I can’t handle the young ones though….they’re a bunch of childish assholes.
So if that makes me a meat head, so be it….Naveed the Meathead, Naveed the Gym Rat, Naveed the guy who can dead lift a Volkswagon Beatle.
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