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There is a girl that goes to the gym over her lunch hour like I do. I believe she works at the government complex because I have seen her walking around there on multiple occasions. She is a pretty girl but like so many females and mankind in general, she is overweight. She could stand to lose 20 to 30 pounds.
She is always on her cell phone. When she walks in she is on the phone, when she is on the cross training machine she is on the cell phone as she walks out, yes on the phone. Who in the world has that much to say?
Anyway, last week I was doing cardio and I was on a machine behind her so I could see her machine settings. She had it on level 1 and never increased it. She hops her fat ass on there for 15 minutes on level one, talking on the cell phone and thinks she is “working out”. Level one is a just above sitting in a chair, activity-wise. There is no resistance. If you are going to make the effort to go to the gym why not make it worth your while and exercise at a level where you are actually doing something? She never touches a weight, never does a situp, just 15 minutes, level one and outta there, big woop.
On the other hand, there is another guy at the gym, a guy that I first identified at JFZ, heavy breather guy. Unfortunately he is one of the many that migrated to Powerhouse. This guy hyperventilates the entire time he is there. He likes to superset between different body parts. He walks across the gym, heavy breathing, gets a drink, heavy breathing, blows his nose, yes more heavy breathing.
Luckily Powerhouse plays their music quite a bit louder than JFZ did so much of his breathing is drowned out. The guy appears to have the personality of a stapler. He never speaks to anyone, just heavy breathing.
I was benching today and in between sets I was doing my normal thing, walking around looking tired. All of a sudden I noticed the guy on the bench next to me was sitting up with the weights plopped across his thighs, the classic posture after you just got stuck rolling the weights off your chest. He was an older guy with a crazy eye. He didn’t have much weight on there, only 35 pounds per side so I wasn’t even thinking about keeping an eye on him.
When I saw what happened I immediately came over and offered assistance, lifting the bar off him and reracking it. I apologized for not noticing he had a problem. The guy said it was no big deal. I could tell he was embarrassed. The guy musn’t have made a peep or else I would have been quicker to jump in.
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[…] Big Butt Cell Phone Girl or as she will be known from here on out, BBCPG had made some strides at the gym recently. In late July I documented how she sleepwalked through her gym time and spent most of it doing nothing more than speaking on her cell phone while doing a cardio machine at kindergarten difficulty level. She was on her cell phone less and there were 1 or 2 days where I didn’t see her on her phone once (although she always keeps it by her side) I even had seen her do some weighted exercise machines to mix up her routine. Well today she fell off the wagon. She had the phone glued to her ear as she walked in the door, as she walked out of the lockerroom, the entire time she was casually sauntering on the treadmill and still when she walked back into the lockerroom. Unreal. Before I hear the “don’t you have anything better to do than watch other people at the gym” comments, let me interject that most gyms, including this one have their walls completely covered in mirrors. When you are in between sets there is precious little else to do than look around. I wonder if BBCPG says on her phone calls “Yea, I go to the gym everyday but just am not seeing any results…” Hmm I wonder why. I was singing “BBCPG…” to myself, it is kind of catchy… […]