I'm with tidalwave regarding the squat/power rack station. Goddam morons doing curls in the squat station, they should be castrated with a cloth hanger or something.
I hate people in general, but there are some things I really hate:
1. Dudes who laugh at me because I'm doing single-rep squats (dude, you can do moar repz with less weight..) Fucking morons have never heard the term 'maximal effort'.
2. Dudes who think they are the shit when they put three 45lbs plates on each side of the barbell for squatting... even though they only squat 30% of the ROM. Gym faggots.
3. Dudes who obviously start deadlifting next to me when I'm deadlifting, and looking my way, as if I'm in a competition with them... and to top it off, they deadlift with hooks ... utterly gay.
4. Guys wearing small, spandex like, 1980's shorts. Dude, that shit is ghay, specially if it's baby blue or some other color. If you are going to wear that, make sure you not only have the body for it, but that you are the type of man that will look manly even when wearing a tutu. And wear underwear when you have that shit on for the love of God. I know what testicles look like - I have seen mine, I don't need to see yours.
5. The granny wearing the tight leotards stretching her groins in front of me. Man, the horror, the fucking horror!!!!
6. The physical trainer who's obviously teaching a new client the deadlift... doing it all wrong. At this point, you don't know whether to throw a plate at his head and save the poor client from a herniated disk or just pray and light a candle for him/her when you go home.
8. The girl with issues: you accidentally happen to pass by her, on your way to pick up a dumbbell or take a piss, and she goes all ballistic that every guy is hitting on her and shit. Whatever your issues are lady, get a psychiatrist instead of throwing your baggage at complete strangers...
... it is at this point where I think health clubs should have some sort of psychiatric evaluation for potential clients. BTW, this actually happened, while I was lifting with my g/f. At that point, I was like 'Silence of the fucking lambs' man.
9. Having an area half the size of a football field with machines, bikes and cardio shit, but only two squat stations.
I guess that sums it up for today.
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