My gym has 4 or 5 clown-pants guys. You know the type. Very loud-grunting from rep 1 until the very final crashing-of-the-plates finale. All with really horrendous form. I vary my schedule so I get to meet them all. Rarely do they overlap and most claim the the leg press machine as Base Camp. (Other options-the squat rack [oddly a distant second choice] or the cable station-lots of crashing plate options here-and a captive audience with whomever is using something there). The mid-afternoon clown-pants guy is the one I most often encounter (leg press machine). He’ll do his dramatic set and then stand up (with the ubiqiutous weight belt) and look around to see how many admiring fans are in his kingdom. Actually the college kids usually do admire him copying the bad form, dramatics, etc. If nobody is paying attention the crashing of the plates is intensified. Along with the grunting. He’ll spend a good half hour on that one machine alone.
The saddest clown-pants guy is the around 7:00 guy. He’s 50 or so, got the weight belt AND a head-band and a gut. He really doesn’t do a lot other than strut around all puffed-out. Still, a clown-pants guy with which to be reckoned. Anyway, tomorrow-Thanksgiving-the gym is only open until noon. This forces all the clown-pants guys to converge at once. It is my favorite day. Who will be the king-alpha-clown-pants guy? The clown-pants guy that won last year actualy cheated-but he won! Seeing all the competition (part of which includes who can talk loudest [you’d be amazed. Amazed.] he switched tactics and grabbed the empty squash court! This was a stroke of brilliance! It is brightly lighted with a giant glass wall and any sound you make is amplified. He the proceeded to do a kick-boxing show. His very own stage! And winner of my 2000 King Alpha Clown-pants award. Anyone with similar observations?