My gym is exactly like this Erick Prydz’ “Call on Me” video, minus the hot 80’s girls exercising in spandex.
Yesterday I saw a guy in my gym locker room pour a scoop of protein powder in his mouth and wash it down with tap water. The same day I saw a girl dance a salsa-macarena hybrid in front of the weight room mirror (I’m guessing for its cardiovascular benefits). And a week ago, a guy sprinting on the treadmill was pumping his fist in the air… yelling, “Yeah! Yeah!” He was listening to a Walkman, which amplified the level of crazy I was witnessing.
These characters, they pale in comparison to the time I saw a guy in the weight room do ab crunches on the universal pulleys, with a black hood covering his head. I couldn’t see his face, but I knew where the loud grunting was coming from. If he were standing next to a guillotine in 1700’s France, I could understand his choice of headgear, but how a black hood helps the abdominal muscles I don’t know.
Especially since many of the saner New-Year’s-resolution newcomers are beginning to quit, the more peculiar regulars have been standing out more than ever.
No. My gym doesn’t have hot girls exercising in spandex. Just a bunch of strange-ers who commit to the gym year round.
That’s why I hesitate in calling those who recently stopped coming to the gym “quitters”. Maybe they’re just the sane ones who realized that guzzling Myoplex, or dedicating an entire hour to hamstrings and triceps, or Balboa-ing oneself for that “runner’s high” day in and day out is just… crazy.
Pump up tha jam...
Filed under: Fitness Rant | Tagged: abs, cardio, carrots, hangin' tough, pilates, yoga
