Androgyny Happened.

And it’s awesome.

The only thing more prevalent than the Rio 2016 Olympics is the commercials for the Rio 2016 Olympics.

Shot after shot of the US individuals, as they train blood, sweat, and tears into the concrete. (You think you’re having a tough time on the elliptical? Just think of the girl who’s pounding the heavy bag for half an hour — and her scant income depends on it.)

With each athlete shown in rapidfire, the figures blur into one another and become one powerful, muscled body.

Male and female are indistinguishable.

To us, these bodies are no longer an expression of gender. (Hello, liberal arts school.)

Rather, they represent the courage and intensity of their training.

You don’t look like that without putting in the hours. The blood, sweat, and tears is real — and it’s your life. You go out, get Starbucks, smash yourself in the gym, have some cereal, nap, do it all again, two or three times a day.

Most people can’t handle this. That’s ok. We need most people for other things, like furnishing the athletes with Underarmor.

But for the few who can take on this kind of lifestyle — and flourish with it — they get to wear it proudly in the muscles of their forearms, the definition of their quads and abdominals.

Kudos, baby.

*This comes from personal experience. Feel free to debate, but I like my tendons happy and uncompromised by cushioning.