People at Your Gym

Every gym I’ve gone to for any amount of time had the following:

  1. The screamer. The guy who screamed like Bruce Lee with every rep, no matter how little the weights are.

  2. The Concerned Christian. Who comes to save my soul and talk to me about Jesus Christ, usually in the shower.

  3. Resting Bitchy Face. Hot fitness girl/woman who works out hard as Hell, dresses scantily, and then bitches to the regulars about the new guys who hit on her. Usually very cool because we don’t hit on her, but takes umbrage when we dare suggest that maybe if she worked out in something other than a sports bra (usually two for more dramatic cleavage) she wouldn’t have assholes hitting on her.

[quote]Jewbacca wrote:
Every gym I’ve gone to for any amount of time had the following:

  1. The screamer. The guy who screamed like Bruce Lee with every rep, no matter how little the weights are.

  2. The Concerned Christian. Who comes to save my soul and talk to me about Jesus Christ, usually in the shower.

  3. Resting Bitchy Face. Hot fitness girl/woman who works out hard as Hell, dresses scantily, and then bitches to the regulars about the new guys who hit on her. Usually very cool because we don’t hit on her, but takes umbrage when we dare suggest that maybe if she worked out in something other than a sports bra (usually two for more dramatic cleavage) she wouldn’t have assholes hitting on her.[/quote]

I worked with a #1 screamer… and he went to the gym I went to at the time. He’d load up a machine with a ridiculous amount of weight, put on his war face and try to budge it… maybe 2 reps max and then onto the next machine. Rinse, repeat.

The Doctor: Guy works out in scrubs every session. Clearly wants people to know (or think) he’s a doctor

Jim Irsay: Guy basically crawls into the gym looking like he just did a speed ball and bonged a 5th of whiskey. Lies on the bench for long periods of time. Appears dead until he does easy reps of 315.

Perversion Alert: This guy follows chicks around. Will go out of his way to comment on hot women very loudly and uncomfortably every time he’s around. Everyone wishes he would just leave and go rub one out. He sounds similar to the OP’s muscle confusion guy (he also has a pony tail).

In my gym we’ve got:

Clockwork. Clockwork is in at exactly noon and out at exactly 1pm every day.
Pilates Guy. Pilates Guy starts all his training with these total chick exercises like clam shells and glue bridges and such.
Never Racks His Weights. Well, he sometimes racks his dumbbells but never plates.
Fart Dude. He’ll just let them rip if he needs to.
Sing Along. Guy can’t sing note but that doesn’t keep him from singing out loud. He’ll even sing the chick parts in duets.

Dang, I’ve got more but I gotta wrap this up because It’s almost noon.

This is only my 5th week back in the gym after years of trying to get fat by overeating and always taking escalators or elevators, but I already seem to have a decent understanding of my 24 Hour Fitness gym’s weekday late afternoon culture. I haven’t given anyone names, so I’ll try to do so on the fly here.

Ladies and gentlemen, the story you are about to hear is true. The names have been changed to protect the innocent.

This is the city: Los Angeles, California. I work out here. I’m a T-Nation addict.

T-N Approved Guy #1: Actually met him last week. Early 30’s? 6’5", 260-290? Two bachelors, two masters, played D1 and injured himself as a UFA during an NFL team’s offseason workout. Really nice guy, shared tips with me on how he dropped 100+ pounds of OL weight. Before I met him him, easy to remember him by his commitment to going to the gym, working hard, and his exercise selections (Only person I’ve seen do rack DL’s at this gym).

T-N Approved Guy #2: Have not met him, see him occasionally. Late 40’s to early 50’s? He wears a big windbreaker so I can’t see his upper body, but I imagine he is lean. Quiet, never talks to anyone that I can see, but trains well and has deceptively strong pushing strength.

Goober and Gomer: Two guys who workout together, mid 20’s? Strong guys, decent exercise selection and workout with decent effort. However, they assist each other in everything they do… I don’t think I have seen them workout where everything isn’t assisted and forced reps. That, and they act like they own the gym.

Man-bun Wrestler: Nothing against wrestlers, but he wears spandex exclusively, has an odd physique that remains me of a wrestler, and has a man bun. He has a decent amount of muscle for his very small frame. Everything he does has to be with bands and he is rude. First week I was in the gym, I was on this bench press where one side of the bar ends where the mirror on the wall begins toward the opposite way. He was “training” some girl, some DB exercise that I can’t remember. He decided they must stand next to the bar. The bar’s movement was not affected, however I couldn’t subtract or add weight. So I stood there, right next to him, as he went on and on to the girl. I was going to say something, but he moved (because it suited him) to somewhere else. Thought that was rude.

To add, I’d probably name someone “Mr. Can’t-rack-my-weights”, but there are far, far too many people vying for that title. This gym by far is the worst I have ever visited in terms of people not racking their weights. In commercial gyms it is expected, but it’s just outrageous for whatever reason at this location.

[quote]Diddy Ryder wrote:

[quote]Yogi wrote:

[quote]Diddy Ryder wrote:

[quote]Yogi wrote:
Diddy, not to derail the thread but where you training these days? I’m in Edinburgh quite a lot and have been training a few different places[/quote]

I train in Virgin Active at the Omni Centre. You been there yet?
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That’s where I’ve been training!

I’m gonna git ya[/quote]

Ha! When are you next in town?[/quote]

usually only actually lifting in Edinburgh on a Monday. It’s the only day off me and the mrs get together and I grudgingly let her drag me there.

You wouldn’t happen to be there on a Monday afternoon ever, would you?

[quote]beachguy498 wrote:
… I imagine they’re all nice people.

Dog The Bounty Hunter: The rub is that, this is a female. Hair done just like Dog’s.

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Well this is awkward, but I’m pretty sure that’s me you’re talking about. People tell me I look just like Dog the Bounty Hunter all the time.

Cougarella - The 60 yr old woman who incessantly flirts with younger guys to make herself feel relevant. She wears clothing that is so revealing, with make up applied with a spatula, it just looks terribly desperate on her part. Her tramp stamp now resembles a leathery Gucci logo from so much tanning.

Stewing Stewie - 25 yr old guy who brings medication to the gym, and stinks to holy hell. The stench from his carcass is so bad, you will find another exercise just to get away from him.

Dr. Broski Broscience - guy who is overly tan wearing a tank top that is much too small for him, to reveal his overly developed pecs and protracted shoulders all while holding his shaker bottle. His broscience is as feeble as his twiggy legs, you could swear he would fly away with a strong wind. Not hard to find him, just look for the closest mirror as he makes love to himself.

Don Juan - the trainer who is in the game to bang chicks. You see him doing stretches with his female clients that are pornographically suggestive. Sad thing is, the shit works for him.

Douchebag CEO - this is the rich asshole, who drives a Bentley convertible, who parks his car in the handicap space when there is nothing wrong with him other than the building he is about to enter is too small to contain his ego. Last month, this piece of shit threw some dumbbells on the ground (he didn’t drop, but THREW) the DB’s, one of which landed on a woman’s hand and broke her finger. He said sorry, and she was rushed to the ER with a finger that was as jagged as the current stock market.

Albert Beckles - the former bodybuilder who is a pleasure and a privilege to see him turn 85 yrs old, and still throwing up a couple wheels on the hack squat. Great guy even after a horrible car accident that has him limping and walking with a cane.

What? The 70s ended?: Seems like a nice enough dude, but his hairstyle (long) and pedostache should’ve stayed in the 70s.

The 3 stooges: 3 high school bros who are kind of douchey and always share a bench (and always bench).

No pecs, no sex: Really short guy who always comes in with his very hot gf to bench. He can bench a respectable amount of weight for his size, but I can’t say I’ve every seen him squat. Or doing anything that isn’t benching.

Plateaus = more tren: A rather built guy with indications of heavy PED use, like bacne and beautifully capped delts. He has a decent upper body and never talks to anyone, but he has the stupidest workout I’ve ever seen. I’ve never seen him train legs (they’re small, unsurprisingly). The closest I’ve ever seen him get to a compound movement is I saw him do a few sets of close-grip bench once. 80+% of his workout is spent on variations of curls, triceps extension movements, and lateral raises.

The Handsome Firemen - The guys from the fire station near my gym come in almost every morning. They are mostly in their 30’s and 40’s, very polite, and in great shape. Sometimes they barely get to the gym and they get a call so they all run out and jump in the firetruck and ambulance. So distracting. I hate it when they show up. :wink:

Future Puff - She’s a little white-haired lady in her 90’s. She wears jeans, a Mr. Roger’s sweater, and ballet flats to the gym. She rides the stationary bike, does a few machines, and curls some little DBs. She’s awesome. I want to be just like her when I grow up.

Flamboyant Crop-Top Guy - The men say he spends A LOT of time in the locker room naked, and always chooses the locker closest to the door, where there’s a lot of traffic. He wears spandex bike shorts and a yellow tank top that’s too short and tight to fit over his belly so you can always see about 3 inches of skin. His workout routine seems to be based on what other people are doing. If the gym is empty, he’s going to need the ONE machine that’s being used by someone else, and he’s going to stand really close to you and watch you until you feel uncomfortable and leave. He’s kind of the antithesis of The Handsome Firemen.

[quote]daltron wrote:
To add, I’d probably name someone “Mr. Can’t-rack-my-weights”, but there are far, far too many people vying for that title. This gym by far is the worst I have ever visited in terms of people not racking their weights. In commercial gyms it is expected, but it’s just outrageous for whatever reason at this location.[/quote]

Every time someone fails to rack their weights Justin Beiber writes a new song.

In the desert SW we have the above, plus the following sub-species:

The furtive Cholos. They come in a group of 4-5 and bench (always sub-135) and do pull downs. They whisper to each other in Spanish and get mad when you lift more than they do. They are often seen with the Abuelo (below).

The Abuello is a older Mexican male, generally with prison tats. He tells the Furtive Cholos when to stop acting stupid, and they respect him. He lifts good weights, but does not squat. He is friendly, wise, and would be played by Edward James Olmos in a movie about the gym. There is always one Abuello in the gym at all times.

The Large Fat Rednecks. They are strong, work out hard, albeit with stupid superstitions, and are experts in everything they do, or so they will tell you. They will regail you with their exploits in minor league football, the oilfield, whiskey, and hunting. They hate the Cholos, but only fight among one another. For some reason the hot Mexican Cougar is insanely sexually attracted to them and will come talk to them during sets, which will make the Large Fat Rednecks angry. You can buy steroids from them, if inclined.

The Mexican Cougar is a college-educated woman, and the scariest creature in the gym. She is age 39 (for the last 10 years), very, very fit, great fake tits, but with a face that is rather hard, but attractive. She is painfully insecure. She is on the prowl for a rich man, white only, hates the Cholos, respects the Abuello (but would never date him), and will have sex with any WHITE male that is fit and makes at least $100,000 in a white collar profession. Tempting, of course. BUT she will, however, never leave once you have sex with her and will burn your house down and kill your horses if you don’t date her, and her alone. You don’t have to marry her, but you have to be exclusive until you die, which could be soon.

The Chicanas. They are pleasantly plump 18 year olds. Pretty because they are 18 and not yet fat. They work out in a pack, 4 days a week, for 4 weeks, then leave, never to be seen again. They hate the Large Fat Rednecks and, well everyone at the gym, except they will see the Cholos at a party later and have sex with them. They will become pregnant with your child if you glance at them, so do not meet their gaze.

The Divorcee. This is a related species to the Mexican Cougar. Or perhaps the Mexican Cougar is a sub-species of the Divorce. Mid-30s, Most Divorcees are Anglo. They are fit, nice, and one of the guys, for a while. Inevitably, one of your group will have sex with The Divorcee for about 3 weeks, after which she will leave and date someone at her work for three weeks. You will have fond memories, learn at least one new sexual position, and have no less than 42 orgasms during your three week relationship, including one draining blow job in the aerobics room behind the stacks of gymnastic pads. The only draw back is her ex-husband will go crazy, find you, and blame you for their divorce. He may or may not be a Large Redneck, but will have a gun and a history of violence.

The Firemen. The Firemen are among the fittest at the gym and are generally working some angle to get rich. They are great workout partners and friends. They can have sex with most females at the gym, except the Chicanas (because The Firemen are too old) and The Mexican Cougar, because they don’t make enough money.

[quote]Powerpuff wrote:
The Handsome Firemen - The guys from the fire station near my gym come in almost every morning. They are mostly in their 30’s and 40’s, very polite, and in great shape. Sometimes they barely get to the gym and they get a call so they all run out and jump in the firetruck and ambulance. So distracting. I hate it when they show up. :wink:

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Ah, see my post above. Proof of concept.

I used to have a lot of these but luckily my gym seems to be more normal people now. The only one that comes to mind at the moment is Kim Jong Un, this asian guy around 20 years old who has a very similar haircut.

The weakest man in the world

Middle aged short, bald and chubby arab immigrant who wears a black coton beanie and high white socks. I have seen him do only 1 thing: slow bench press with the bar only. His mindset is the complete opposite of the mindset someone who is successful at training would have. Exercice is torture to him. He is somewhat shaking when benching with unreasonable slowliness, not because he is unskilled, but because his mind tells him exercice hurts and he is completely scared. So exercise hurts, and it hurts alot. It’s as if just being in this place with all the weird white training things and metal bars he’ll have to touch hurts his soul. Every nerve fiber in his body tells him to let go and he does. When some time has passed he probably calls it a day and leave. Doesn’t seem to have any sickness.

[quote]Apoklyps wrote:
The 3 stooges: 3 high school bros who are kind of douchey and always share a bench (and always bench).
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We have these too and we sometimes call them Huey, Duey, and Louis.

[quote]Yogi wrote:

usually only actually lifting in Edinburgh on a Monday. It’s the only day off me and the mrs get together and I grudgingly let her drag me there.

You wouldn’t happen to be there on a Monday afternoon ever, would you?[/quote]

I usually train at teatime but if I don’t have any looming deadlines I could fit in an afternoon session.

These are all from my gym exploits from 10-15 years ago. We referred to these as gym enemies.

The Stepper - The Stepper is a slave to the grind, that grind consisting exclusively of step ups, bench press and 4-way neck machine. Always the same weight, always done in a circuit. Always an issue if you want to work into one of his areas. I was gone from the gym for several years, and when I went back the stepper was still there, with the same routine and weights. This guy is consistant.

The Lady Killer - The Lady Killer is a late 40’s/early 50’s grey hair ponytailed trainer. Lady Killer only trains female clients. If you are young and attractive, the Lady Killer will be right there, literally hands on, throughout your entire workout. He favors the leg curl machine for his clients, and always places a hand high on the hamstring to provide a “focus point”. If you are older, or could really benefit from a knowledgable trainer, the Lady Killer points to a machine and says 15 reps, and then returns to talking with a more attractive gym member.

The Poser - The Poser is a kept woman, who is desperately grasping at her swiftly fading youth. Husband owns the largest construction company in the area, and she has little to fill her time. She has a full time nutritionist, and the Lady Killer is her trainer. She is super fit, and in between every set lifts her shirt, turns and raises a hip and flexes her abs in the mirror, and yells “yeah!” loud enough to get most people’s attention.

The Fainter - When you first see the Fainter, you wonder why he’s wearing an old leather jacket to the gym. Then you realize that’s his skin. The Fainter is early-mid 50’s, and has a decent upper body for his age. He was probably really something before The Eagles broke up. He does absolutely no lower body work, but will gladly critique your squatting form. Everyone in the gym knows him, and he knows everyone. Got his knickname after fainting after a grueling stationary bike ride. Plenty of people came to his aid, except the Insensitive Asshole, who stepped over him on the way to the drinking fountain. This incident spawned the gym battle cry “Somebody get him some non-fat frozen yogurt!”

Big Wheels - Big Wheels was an ex-NFL player who was in a wheelchair. Always had an entourage with him which included the gym owner and Big Wheel’s wife, to whom he was short tempered. Big Wheels had a long, jerry curl mullet, and always carried a spray bottle to spritz it with. Big Wheels was a big douche bag in the gym. Yelled at his wife if she wasn’t bringing him dumbbells fast enough or was slow in refilling his spritzing bottle, always having the gym owner move other paying members off of machine so he could use them, etc. The Insensitive Asshole once told him he had great curls, but asked what he squatted.

The Insensitive Asshole - Along with the above listed behaviors, once got Gold’s Gym to cancel his membership with a full refund after taking two body blades, sticking them criss-cross through a lifting belt and climbing on a bench and air humping. When a horrified trainer demanded to know what he thought he was doing, the Insensitive Asshole replied, “I’m working my fucking muscles!”. Gym membership revoked.

Cash Money Baby - Easily my favorite gym member. Ran into him at several local gyms, and he never failed to disappoint. His real name was Terry, and he was a little slow. He wore cut-off jeans, white V-Neck t-shirts and a trucker hat with a blinged out dollar sign on it. Cash Money thought he was a competition level bodybuilder, which he was not. He would run through a posing routine between sets. Once followed me around the gym and asked whether I thought he should continue bulking or start cutting up.

I asked him about his diet, and he proudly told me he eats cheeseburgers, drinks milk and also vodka. If he wasn’t running through a posing routine during sets, he would set up the adjusatable incline bench and attempt to perform spinning roundhouse kicks over the top of it. My favorite Cash Money experience was the time he was wearing an oversized sweatshirt with the kangaroo pouch full of loose change. He went in for a roundhouse, but the counterweight of the change threw his balance off and he caught his foot on the bench, which caused him to stumble and spill roughly $40 in loose change on the gym floor. Cash Money Baby.