I just want to share with you the scene I witnessed in my gym last Saturday night.
I usually lift very late in the evening, last hour or so before closing time, because of my MA classes. This way I get to avoid the crowd and most of the typical gym subtypes: teenage pencilnecks who curl in the squat rack, old weirdos etc.
However, there is one distinct group of 7-8 idiots in the gym at the same time as myself: slightly obese guys in their late 30ies and early 40ies, who spend most of the evening in the gym, mostly doing nothing and talking about watches, suits, cars and how to get a 19 year old mistress. With brand-name sweatshirts they give the impressions of old wannabe guidos.
They’ll share their latest tips about sex life from FHM and Men’s Health while doing curls, flies, and lateral raises and ranting about “young whores just wantin’ it”.
Anyway, last Saturday, about 15 minutes before closing time, one of them suddenly barged in the gym, wearing his typical “clubbing” clothes - a leather jacket,a sleazy silk shirt with long collars, moussed hair and sunglasses. It was 11 pm. And it was about to snow.
He proceeded to high-five his “boys” in the reception area and started yelling: “I’m gonna get fuckin’ laid tonight!”
He sprinted to the freeweights area, and started (still with the jacket and the sunglasses) to do a frantic superset (or a circuit?) of the following, mostly done with a very light weight for about 20 reps:
bench with legs curled on the chest
seated behind the neck press
He spent around 30 seconds on each “lift”, practically jerking the weights with no regard to form or function. When he finished, he started muttering to himself: “Yeah! I’m gonna fuckin do it! Get laid!”. He was shrugging his traps, muttering to himself like a boxer pysching for a fight. He even threw some (crappy) punches, pretending to shadowbox.
Finally, one of his boys who were cheering and encouraging him from the side, “inspected” his biceps through the jacket. Obviously, results were inadeqaute because he yelled “fuck”, grabbed some 2.5 kilo dummbells and started curling.
I was somewhat pissed at this moron, and not wanting to punch him in the face decided to head to the reception area to cool before going the dressing rooms. From there I could see his 20-year old (but tuned!) BMW parked in front of the gym, with the lights on and the engine still running.
Next to the car, a slutty-looking, quite obese blonde with a bored expression on her face was smoking a cigarette.
Couple of seconds later, the moron barged out, yelled “Fuck yeah! NOW I’m fuckin ready!” to the blonde, they got in the car and drove away.
The whole incident lasted for about 10 minutes total.