I was at the gym...stop...seriously, stop laughing, that's not the joke! People who know me know that my stories rarely begin with "I was at the gym." My life is rarely lived "at the gym." But I'm turning over a new leaf, working at it a bit, so back off.
Anyway, I was at the gym and something just stuck in my craw. Why do people think it's ok to rest on a weight machine? If you're going to do three sets on a machine, what could possibly make you think that you should sit on the machine the whole time. Especially with some of these folks that are taking a siesta to recover from each set.
There was a young lady there last night, a bit heavier than she needed to be (let's be honest, she was pushing my size!), but she's sitting on the lat pull machine. And just taking forever between sets. I'm thinking, "You just did a heavy ten of 40 lbs! I can certainly see why you can't find the strength to stand!" Oh, and because I'm horribly hypocritical, I added, "Fat ass."
Is it a real issue for me? Probably not, my whole purpose isn't to have lats so wide I can glide down from a building. I'm there to burn calories, so I try to move from machine to machine quickly. If someone's in the way, I just skip it and catch it the next time around. Unless "fat ass" is still there.
The real problem here is me. The real anger comes from my inability to be openly rude to people. I'd love to say, "Move, I'm going to use that machine." But I take the road of less resistance and just skip to the next one.
Somebody said somewhere that we only hate that which is in ourselves. Damn, I hate when it works out that way.
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