someone interupts you in mid flow to talk to you about a programme (for 6 months) they got from flex, and they are doing 10/12 rep ranges.
They are so full of fluid with the worlds spottiest back since smallpox, and attempt to spot me when i haven’t asked for one, putting me off a rep saying something like “big chest…be strong”, and then proceeding to essentially take the piss by looking at my bench; i state that its my 5 rm and i dont need spotting, and then saying what amounts to “is that all”.
I could have punched him in the throat.
water filled juice monkey.
oh, and met rx is 20 quid per 5lb at some place some where.
fuck off…im training.