My ‘gym’ and I use the term loosely, is a new YMCA facility in central Maine. I use it because it’s literally a 5 minute walk from work, and has a pool for the kids.
It has a rack to squat in, a couple benches, a Concept II rower, and sufficient dumbbells-- really all I need. The down side is that 95% of the clientÃ¨le is: 1) Under the age of 6, 2) over the age of 70, 3) fatter’n a Heffalump after Thanksgiving. I can count on two hands the number of people I see regularly who lift enough weight to breath heavily or God forbid, sweat.
So, my current routine requires me to do deadlifts (can you IMAGINE THAT? GASP!!), and being the considerate guy I am, I don’t like to drop big heavy weights, so I use chalk on deadlift, clean, B-O row, and snatch days.
I use it sparingly, keep in in a baggie, and compulsively wipe it down when I’m done.
So, a worker guy comes up to me and says “Someone complained about chalk on the plates. I don’t care, but they complained then I go in the locker room and there’s chalk on the floor. This ain’t [a powerlifting gym]!”
Well, turns out the ‘chalk’ on the floor is from one of the 80 year old nekkid fat guys that likes to powder his dick with Gold Bond in front of the guys.-- AND I GET BLAMED!!
Sometimes, I really hate people. Oh, I won’t even BEGIN to talk about ‘curling in the rack’… ;/