Gym Observations.
I hate this time of year. Everyone decides they're going to cash in on their New Year's Resolutions and they hit the gym. Well, good for them, but meanwhile, I can't find a parking spot, all my classes are jam packed and I can't get on a machine. It usually starts to taper off around the end of January. Everyone is like "awe, screw it....". Truth be told, I wish I could say, "awe, screw it" as it pertains to working out, but unfortunately for me, my work outs are the only reprieve I have from everything else that I have to do. It's hard on my body, but it gives my never-ending-OCD-multi-tasking brain a break.
OK, so I'm at the gym this morning (9 AM on New Year's Eve) and I personally observed these instances.
1. A lady on a stationary bike with a book. Really? How high can you get your heart rate when you're reading a Harlequin Romance novel? This isn't the first time I've seen this----I actually see it quite often and it baffles me everytime!
2. I saw a lady walk over to wear I was doing squats. She grabbed a mat, laid down and then......just laid there. Never did one sit up. She laid there for quite a while too. I wondered if she skipped the yoga work out and opted to just do the cool down portion--essentially, she took a nap. She could have saved herself the membership fee and laid down at home.
Then, while I was wiping my body bar, she leaned over and asked if she could use the spray so she could wipe down her mat, I assume. Well, at least she was courteous because I HATE when people don't spray down their mats, weights or equipment.
3. I'm a people-watcher by nature. (read: not people-person. not people-pleaser, But a people-watcher) I'm not like, obnoxious about it, but if someone is in my line of vision, they're gonna get stared at. So, I'm working on my guns and I'm staring straight ahead and there was 2 ladies and a man all getting onto his and her respective tread mills. One lady turned to answer the other lady while stepping onto the treadmill. Like a donkey, she turned the machine on before getting on it, so she was stepping onto a moving conveyor belt. (never a good idea). She missed her footing (shocker), slipped onto the belt, grabbed the sides and stopped herself from falling, then she jumped onto the sides of the belt, steadied herself and then lost her balance fell onto it again and the belt shot her about 5 feet behind her. I literally spit raspberries I laughed so hard. It was absolutely priceless. Like a trouper, she stood up, brushed herself off and said, "And that's why I don't work out" and she left.
I admired her after that. If I hadn't wet my pants from laughing so hard, I might have followed her out to the parking lot to get her digits. She was such a cool chick! I would have faked my own death before ever being seen in public again after that humiliating fall! God, love her! Hey Lady from the Belmont YMCA...if you're reading this...YOU MADE MY DAY!!! What a great start to 2011. What? Oh, I am NOT an awful person....I didn't say she got carried out of the gym by paramedics. I said she WALKED. She was fine.
and finally...4. I have to write about this, because if I don't, I'll literally implode. I don't even care if you think I'm awful for mentioning it. Whatever, it's my blog, I can rant if I want to. There's this guy at my gym. He thinks he is so fly. I mean, he is decked out to the nines in his expensive bike shorts and fancy bike shoes. Ok, did you catch that? I said, "bike shorts". The only time a man should wear bike shorts is if you're on a bike....like in a race. Not in the middle of January at the local YMCA, where you're in class with 99% women. He totally has a women's body which makes me absolutely sick. He's teeny, but makes no bones about trying to show off his body. He's hairless, which is even more disgusting and when he gets hot, his skin gets all pink and dewy---another repulsive turn off. OK, here's the part that makes me want to take him out back and beat him senseless. He matches me pound for pound on the weights. He's supposedly a tri-athalon. And I'm...me. A puny, wimpy girl. If we're doing hammer curls, I might use 8-10 lb weights. So does he. If I'm doing up-right-rows, I'll use a 15-18 lb body bar. He uses 15 pounders. If I have to do more than 10 push ups, I'll have do them on my knees. He does them on his knees too. It's absolutely maddening. YOU'RE IN A WOMEN'S GROUP EXERCISE CLASS!!!!! I mean, I'm not totally cruel, it's not like he's 65 years old and I'm dogging him for working out. He's young, seemingly physically fit and obviously very impressed with himself. Today, we were doing triceps and we were both using 8 lb weights, half way through the set, he dropped his weights and just did arm circles instead. I wanted to drop the body bar on his neck. What annoys me the most is his demeanor. He's like, "Ladies, ladies.....you can look, but don't touch the masterpiece". Also, he's like 5 feet tall.
OK, that last paragraph might get me kicked out of the Y. but it was worth it. And what perfect timing too---I just found my segment this week is about Gym Etiquette on Take Five & Co. on WZZM Grand Rapids (9 AM Thurs).
Thanks for letting me vent. I try to be nice, but sometimes I get all forgetty.
OK, so I'm at the gym this morning (9 AM on New Year's Eve) and I personally observed these instances.
1. A lady on a stationary bike with a book. Really? How high can you get your heart rate when you're reading a Harlequin Romance novel? This isn't the first time I've seen this----I actually see it quite often and it baffles me everytime!
2. I saw a lady walk over to wear I was doing squats. She grabbed a mat, laid down and then......just laid there. Never did one sit up. She laid there for quite a while too. I wondered if she skipped the yoga work out and opted to just do the cool down portion--essentially, she took a nap. She could have saved herself the membership fee and laid down at home.
Then, while I was wiping my body bar, she leaned over and asked if she could use the spray so she could wipe down her mat, I assume. Well, at least she was courteous because I HATE when people don't spray down their mats, weights or equipment.
3. I'm a people-watcher by nature. (read: not people-person. not people-pleaser, But a people-watcher) I'm not like, obnoxious about it, but if someone is in my line of vision, they're gonna get stared at. So, I'm working on my guns and I'm staring straight ahead and there was 2 ladies and a man all getting onto his and her respective tread mills. One lady turned to answer the other lady while stepping onto the treadmill. Like a donkey, she turned the machine on before getting on it, so she was stepping onto a moving conveyor belt. (never a good idea). She missed her footing (shocker), slipped onto the belt, grabbed the sides and stopped herself from falling, then she jumped onto the sides of the belt, steadied herself and then lost her balance fell onto it again and the belt shot her about 5 feet behind her. I literally spit raspberries I laughed so hard. It was absolutely priceless. Like a trouper, she stood up, brushed herself off and said, "And that's why I don't work out" and she left.
I admired her after that. If I hadn't wet my pants from laughing so hard, I might have followed her out to the parking lot to get her digits. She was such a cool chick! I would have faked my own death before ever being seen in public again after that humiliating fall! God, love her! Hey Lady from the Belmont YMCA...if you're reading this...YOU MADE MY DAY!!! What a great start to 2011. What? Oh, I am NOT an awful person....I didn't say she got carried out of the gym by paramedics. I said she WALKED. She was fine.
and finally...4. I have to write about this, because if I don't, I'll literally implode. I don't even care if you think I'm awful for mentioning it. Whatever, it's my blog, I can rant if I want to. There's this guy at my gym. He thinks he is so fly. I mean, he is decked out to the nines in his expensive bike shorts and fancy bike shoes. Ok, did you catch that? I said, "bike shorts". The only time a man should wear bike shorts is if you're on a bike....like in a race. Not in the middle of January at the local YMCA, where you're in class with 99% women. He totally has a women's body which makes me absolutely sick. He's teeny, but makes no bones about trying to show off his body. He's hairless, which is even more disgusting and when he gets hot, his skin gets all pink and dewy---another repulsive turn off. OK, here's the part that makes me want to take him out back and beat him senseless. He matches me pound for pound on the weights. He's supposedly a tri-athalon. And I'm...me. A puny, wimpy girl. If we're doing hammer curls, I might use 8-10 lb weights. So does he. If I'm doing up-right-rows, I'll use a 15-18 lb body bar. He uses 15 pounders. If I have to do more than 10 push ups, I'll have do them on my knees. He does them on his knees too. It's absolutely maddening. YOU'RE IN A WOMEN'S GROUP EXERCISE CLASS!!!!! I mean, I'm not totally cruel, it's not like he's 65 years old and I'm dogging him for working out. He's young, seemingly physically fit and obviously very impressed with himself. Today, we were doing triceps and we were both using 8 lb weights, half way through the set, he dropped his weights and just did arm circles instead. I wanted to drop the body bar on his neck. What annoys me the most is his demeanor. He's like, "Ladies, ladies.....you can look, but don't touch the masterpiece". Also, he's like 5 feet tall.
OK, that last paragraph might get me kicked out of the Y. but it was worth it. And what perfect timing too---I just found my segment this week is about Gym Etiquette on Take Five & Co. on WZZM Grand Rapids (9 AM Thurs).
Thanks for letting me vent. I try to be nice, but sometimes I get all forgetty.
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