Today I slipped into the gym at my new time. I have never ever seen these two very scrawny boys (probably 15 years old)at the gym. They proceeded to move around the weight room like underfed tasmanian devils. Hefting 65 pound benches so fast their arms could not possibly notice they were working.
Anyway, I was just about done and thinking seriously about directing them here in hopes of helping them see the light. The first funny occurrance was the site of the two of them admiring their ribcage topped abs above their profoundly noticable hip bones that somehow held up obnoxiously oversized shorts that hung to their little mid-calfs. Really they looked like they were wearing long billowy skirts. I just pulled down my ball cap, cranked the tunes and tried to ignore them. It's hard to ignore weights being bounced off racks and floors.
The one that caused me to go into hysterics though, was skinniest sunburned kid going at the cable rack. He loaded both sides at about 60 pounds and proceeded to work his pecs like a gumbi character on too much coffee. Somehow he managed to get the weight pulled almost all the way in, then he went to release in his well established do-it-fast manner, he could not keep his feet on the ground as his little muskulls gave it up.
He didn't, couldn't or wouldn't let go of the grips. He went flying up like a kite caught in a hurricane. As his feet left the ground they swung forward pasting the mirror as though he was a kickboxer looking to obliterate an angry nose and still he would not release his mighty grip. He proceeded the flail, wriggle, and squirm the weight back down. To my astonishment he proceeded to produce the exact same movement including the two footed smack to the mirror. He managed this 'exercise' 6 more times!!!!
Had I not been finishing the last of my seated rows I would have missed the gut splitting entertainment. I laughed so hard I lost my grip and 100 pounds went flying down with a loud smack! I nearly fell over laughing so hard as each time these little muskulls wiggled squirmed and twitched 120 pounds, my guess is the exact weight of the scrawny guy, back up in the air; then SMACK, BANG back down they would fly and up flew the boy and his feet.
The manager lady came running in thinking someone was dying and chewed the little boys a new one. She then came over to apologize for the disturbance they obviously were causing me. I left them red from the tops of their very baggy gym shorts to the tips of their ears. Yes, they were such a vision of pubescent masculinaty they were workin it hard shirtless. If I see them again I might direct them here, if only for the entertainment.