I, Finalyear, nominate my gym for the worst gym award of 2005.
I nominate my gym because of the following news I received today. My gym has removed a relic probably of the 1960s, a power rack towering to the low ceiling of the free weight room. Made of Iron and welded, not bolted together, it will be scrapped. In place of this ONE AND ONLY rack at my gym, they will be placing a brand new SMITH Machine. Woah to me my friends. The gym manager would not give me the old squat rack to bring to my house because it would be a safety issue. She also tried to convince me that I should be excited because of our gyms new investment. I explained to her I was an athlete, and that a Smith machine wouldn't help me in my quests. She asked why this was so.
One good think came out of this discussion, after causing her to give me blank stares after the reference of mine of mesocycles and planes of motion, she said it would be okay for me to move the bench out of the way in the already tiny free weight room so I could continue my olympic lifts. Curse her ignorant stupid mind but bless her pure heart. I took it as a sign from God that I should start doing all my lower body lifts from the ground up, hardcore Dan John olympic lifting style. Yet I still see this as a day that will live in infamy, the day where a friend of mine will be replaced by a useless piece of machinery which I and probably even the fool who pushed for it, who by the way is quite strong, (I have no idea why someone who somehow built himself up to his current strength would think a Smith Machine would help him) will never use it. That is all.