Here we are again, speaking of the gym. The gym is a great place, but like i said before, some #swellerz are just too much.
These meat-monsters who have a tendency to pace before a set, back and forth, back and forth. Its like, does he want me to go do the fucking set for him. Just #chellz fellas, do not sit there and do a few minutes of light cardio, pacing over and over before a set to make sure your mind is right, its the fucking gym, not a history test. Or, actually, why the hell do people do that? It is to prepare the mind? Shit, I don't even know. But, I do know this: when those meat-monsters are doing their pacing, they get fueled by the attention people like myself give to them. Well, Pace-makers, the audience you've created is looking at you in a complete and utter "what the fuck are you doing?" way.
This is part II, so I have to talk about this whole spotting situation. Gym bandits, if you do happen to disregard all #gym etiquette and make another #swellington take out his ear phones to ask: "Hey buddy, can I have a spot?" Please, please, Jesus and all heavens, let us provide a proper fucking spot for you. Do not shout, "I got it" when 200 and some odd pounds is falling onto your chest and your eyes are bulging from the sockets. You did ask me to spot you, right? And, the point of a spotter is for safety, right again? But hey, fuck it, I'll just stand here and listen to my iTouch while this barbell crushes your sternum.
Get her next time, bro. Pace on, Indiana.
J.Sketch
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