Tonight in the squat rack was interesting. First off, there were no regulars in the entire gym so I was getting tons of looks.
There was an older gentleman in one of the racks (maybe 50ish) who asked what the trick was to keeping my knees from tracking too far forward over my toes. He was experiencing some grinding and pain in his knees and one of the ‘trainers’ at the gym suggested he do box squats instead. I ended up giving him some pointers and watched a few sets between mine to help him out. Got him to set up a bit wider and shift his weight to his heels. He really appreciated it and thanked me profusely.
I wandered to get some water and when I came back there was a guy with 95lbs on the bar plus the pussy pad. I was trying to figure out how many sets it would take before he ran off. I wrapped my knees and he had just unracked the bar as I was getting under mine. By the time I had racked my bar, he had racked his and left the area. He didn’t come back.
So then a guy came around and asked me if “someone” was still in the powercage. I said I was. He looked at the weight again, then looked at me, then looked at the weight, shook his head and got in the rack beside me. I’m pretty sure he thought I was lying or something. He started squatting and had finished one set when I was getting set up for my next one. I’m not sure if one was all he planned on doing, but it’s all he did. He too disappeared after my triple at 235.
I’m thinking of inviting these two to my next meet. Just for giggles.
…God, I hope you’re a nicer person in person. So much hatred. At least you were nice to the old man.
Where in those stories was I a mean person? I did absolutely nothing mean. I wasn’t rude. Maybe in my head, but I didn’t even give dirty looks to the guy using the pussy pad…
It was only a joke. Please calm down. There is no need for this to get violent. Put the gun down and everything will be alright.
Friends? Better yet, husband and wife?? I’ll let you eat in the bed this time.