Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Out of the woodwork....

I went to the gym last night at about 10 pm so perhaps this is my fault. But ALL the weirdos go to the gym that late. Honestly, predominantly all the people at the gym fall into two categories.*

(1) The Crahazy workout guys who are pretty psycho about their work out routines.  These boys travel in packs of about 3 or more. They laugh a lot but mostly only when their buddy is crying out in pain because he's on his 300th rep. Curiously they also only wear the gay shirts that are sleeveless, but not just sleeveless. Oh no, these are the shirts that also have no sides and are only connected in a thin band around the waist. This I believe is to show off to all the other psycho guys how good their abs look from the side. But maybe it's really for good air flow...I'm not sure as I will never wear one.

(2) The girls. I wish that there was a sound byte function so you could actually hear how I'm saying the word 'girls'. It would be extremely high pitched valley-girlish and might include a foot pop. These are the girls who go to the gym in clothing that in all societies is not considered actual clothing. And they don't really have the look for it anyway. They also travel in packs curiously enough. Their workout consists of doing every possible weight or exercise but for only about 30 seconds. No joke, last night I saw a girl get all ready for sit-ups, do ONE, and then get up and move on to squats where she did 3. Feel the burn sweetheart. I also got a dirty look because I was on the same machine for 50 minutes and I guess she wanted her 30 seconds....


One thing both groups have in common is that they could all benefit from a personal training session. If for no other purpose then to show them the proper weight lifting technique. For instance, when doing a squat the most terrible thing you can do is extend your knees out past your toes. Well apparently no one shared.... I'm pretty sure they're all doing more harm then good. But that could just be my impression. Also throwing the weights around with no semblance of control doesn't really exhibit the finesse you think of when someone has a lot of strength.


Mostly I was just shocked at the oddness of these gym going people. I was there for an hour and a half and was pretty sad the entire time that I was there by myself and had no one to comment to. I think next time I'll go at a different time.

*I say not all because granted I was there and while I did feel like a weirdo by association, my being rejects that I am actually this weird

4 comments:

Oddyoddyo13 said...

Between the intense dudes and the giggling, unwilling girls, I just don't go.

Elizabeth Downie said...

Haha, great description. And I know exactly the kind of shirts you were talking about with the guys! In fact, I was going to blog about those at some point. You beat me to it. ;)

Heidi said...

Haha I hate those shirts! I don't understand their appeal at all!

Lindsays said...

This is a great blog post. Everytime I go to the gym at night I think the exact same thing about the people there. They drive me nuts. The sad thing is I now only work out alone because I had a friend who came with me and she wanted to do the bike for 5 min and then do the treadmill for 5 min. but she wanted me to do the same. Drives me insane...but I will say it does give some laughter for ending night.