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When I'm not on the mountain or chained to the monotony of a job or school chore, I can usually be found in the gym. I work out at Fitness World, and although I don't really recommend that gym due to its exorbant money-sucking fees and poor employee shmucks who must obligatorily peddle around the up-sells like tanning packages and yoga tryouts and make you feel uncomfy in the process...I'm still there because after two years I'm rewarded with a lifetime cheap membership fee. So I'm still there. And have been for over three years. Sometimes I switch locations just to mix it up a little, but I'm pretty much dedicated to the same location...if you go there, you probably know me...which isn't to say that I'm all that...far from it. It just illustrates how often I am there...and really when you think about it, have no life whatsoever.
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OKAY, so having worked out at the gym for a while has started to pent up some mind matter... Y'know, you have a LOT of time to contemplate things between sets, waiting for that sweathog to finish filling up his 2L Evian bottle, or trying to do your forty crunches without falling asleep....So anyways, here are some of my pet peeves at the gym: Goliaths who leave their 6 45-pound plates stacked on the leg press for l'il ol' me to take off... Guys who stop in the middle of their set to answer a cell phone call with an emphatically loud and pompous "Hello?" only to be followed by an equally loud and pompous, "Oh I'm AT THE GYM WORKING OUT...." Narcissists who study themselves in the mirror after having done one set of curls to see if their biceps are any more developed.... Overhang...need I say more? Leaving equipment stations with your wonderful and oh-so-attractive remnants of sweat...
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