I went to the gym today in this pansy run facility up in my area (upstate NY); where they are the only gym with a decent amount of free weights. I quickly found out that there was a catch: they have a no “noise, chalk or power lifting” policy. Basically, this means if you handle the weights in any manner that causes them to move (go figure - -most guys are pumping pulley’s, and pumping to flex in the mirrors) one of the staff, who’s had his share of ass ointments, will sternly warn you of the “no chalk, no noise, and no power lifting” policy.
For example, when dead lifting, it is required that you gently set the weights down as not to chip the rubber floor or break a weight. We all know how fragile that iron is on rubber! Another instance is when I was rack pressing on the homemade power rack a couple hundred pounds and I was told they don’t tolerate noise. After I tried to explain the physics of hundreds of pounds of metal striking metal under the earth’s gravity, while traveling in a space shuttle at 98% of the speed of light, on the edge of the galaxy, it was clear the manager had no physics degree. Being perplexed, the manager warned this was not a power lifting gym. I told the manager I was simply exercising, but shaking my head, had to settle that I try to be quieter with the weights.
Back to my original purpose for this frustrated discourse was to tell the tale of a person, so focused on the tricep push down and chatting with his boyfriend, that he couldn’t bother spotting a brother. I’m doing zercher squats and find on my fifth rep I’m not going back up. So I sit there for a moment, as the weight creeps down my legs in the squat position, and figure I should ask the big guy yapping with his buddy about 10 feet from me for a spot. I say, “hey boss,” “yo buddy.” He looks over, makes eye contact, then continues the conversation. I say again, “hey man,” “YO BOSS,” “SPOT” - nothing. I wonder if anybody notices I am just sitting here with this weight creeping towards my nuts. After about a minute and three eye contacts with this guy chatting away like Ken with Barbie, who seemed to skillfully ignore me, I realize both of these guys are either partially deaf, or just don’t know what it looks like to perform a real exercise, thus not knowing I even needed a spot. So finally, I lurch forward and dump the weight. My knees thoroughly hurt from being stuck in this awkward position for a while. I should have said something to this guy but I didn’t even bother.
I still can’t get over what a total freakin jackass that guy was. I hope none of you run into people or gyms like this…