Strange encounters at the gym (Page 3)

The Y that I go to is in a rather affluent area and I think that it's more of a social gathering type of place rather than an actual workout facility.

There are two teenage twin girls who "workout" every day usually while I'm there. Normally, they're on the treadmill. Both of them talk on their cell phones for the duration of their run/jog. I have no idea how the folks they're talking to can understand them. Can you hear me now?? (bounce bounce bounce thump thump thump)

I also love the folks on any given Nautilus machine who do a rep or two and stop. Get up and talk to the person next to them. Go back to the machine and do two more reps, stop. Repeat.

One day there was a guy who had sweatpants and a hooded sweatshirt with the hood up on the stair stepper. The hoodie was soaked and he was literally hanging over the front of the machine, trucking along. I thought at first he was having a heartattack but nope...every so often he'd lift his head up, wipe the sweat off his brow, and then keep on going. HE WAS ON IT THE ENTIRE TIME I WAS THERE AND WAS ON IT WHEN I WAS LEAVING.

We also have an indoor track that people usually warm up on. I think there's one guy who takes "warm up" a little too seriously. He's usually there in the afternoons around 4 or 5, wearing blue Dickies work pants, a blue hooded sweatshirt with hood up, a tossle cap, and winter gloves doing a slow jog around the track. Good luck with that.



Edited by superfuzz 2005-08-13 6:35 PM

That's just sick dude!

I've heard of stories about people believing the more you sweat, the more effective your workout is, hence more weight loss.  So a guy, trying to lose weight in a short time, ran with his WET SUIT on, and almost passed out.

Several years ago I spent a couple of weeks in Crewe, England on business. Looking for a place to workout, the receptionist at our hotel directed us to a "gym" several blocks away.

Turns out it was a local pub with a weight room in the back: a dim, airless room equipped with rusty old free weights, and treadbare carpet that smelled from years of sweat dripping on it.

We watched one of the "regulars", a huge guy working out on the squat rack. He would do a set and then go up front for a pint, come back, throw a couple more plates in the bar and do another set. He kept it up the whole time we were there.

We did our workout, had a pint (just to be sociable) and then headed back to our hotel.

Mark

ROFL about the guy running in the wetsuit. I nearly got heat exhaustion just trying some on at an air conditioned dive shop.

I already posted to another thread about The Smurf and his treadmill of death. I had forgotten about Thumper, the Bane of the Treadmills. Actually we have 2, one male and one female, who hit the treadmill so hard they have literally broken a few of them. I don't know how you can bring your feet down with so much force, and I certainly don't understand why.

I haven't seen our StairStepper Girl in a long time, but I've been outside mostly, she may still be there. This girl obviously wants a nice ass, and she seems to think that using the stair stepper as a means of twitching her butt in front of all the folks on the other machines will get her there. It's hard to describe what she does, although large movements are not involved...the maximum distance between the steps is no more than an inch or two, and she just twitches her butt from side to side for 1/2 an hour or so. Very silly.

We also have Trashbag Man, one of those who wears the neck-to-ankle Hefty-bag looking suit to increase the amount he sweats, or some such. Dude, just go run outside, we live in Georgia...it's HOT. He looks like a very uncool Missy Elliot dancer from "The Rain" video.

After the war 'ended' and we stopped the all expense paid tour of Iraq we finished up our last 6 months at an old Iraqi army base. The unit had gotten a lot of extra money from somewhere and decided to spend it on some weight equipment. At first we were just using concrete with iron bars that some locals had made and after a few months some 'new' equipment came in. Well I was in the gym one night trying to unwind and this other kid walks in and heads over to the squat rack and starts loading plates up. I was doing pull ups about 5 feet behind this kid and I was between sets so unfortunately I had the perfect vantage point to see what happened. He gets under the bar, heaves it up and starts his reps. Next thing I know he lets a thunderous fart fly. I started to say something to him as he puts the bar back on the rack when I notice a bunch of sh*t running out of his shorts. He looks back at me, shakes his head and slowly waddles back to his building. I felt bad for the kid but still had to call after him that he needed to come back and clean up his mess.

OMG that's so messed up and wrong. Very ammusing as well.

HE SHARTED!

Well from the looks and smell of it, it was quite a bit more then a shart. We just called it 'Saddam's Revenge'.

hahaha

I do not missing having let my gym membership expire years ago. But, I do get to see some funny stuff on the paths at the local park where I do my runs sometimes. Each time I go, at see at least one latino guy running, hard, in full work clothes (jeans and jacket). In the dead of summer heat, no less. I suspect that these guys are boxers in training and think that sweating will help them A) get fit faster, or B) get into a lower weight division.

But, I have vivid memories of Stairmaster Girl, Mr Memyselfandi, parachute pants and prize belt guy, Ms Anorexic Over-exerciser, Insane Treadmill Runner, and many many more.

You couldn't pay me to sit in the hot tub. No way!

Ya see... I am that guy. I am much more svelte than 300 lbs, but wen it is sub zero and I have to do the treadmill, I fall off that thing at least every other time. I have my ipod, towel, water, the TV in front.... it is too much stuff. I invariably catch my foot on the side of teh belt, get too lax and get close to the back end. It is like the trhee stooges, but just me. I know people must think I do it on purpose, but no. I do much better on the road, alone.

At a gym I went to in CA, there was a guy who wore SHORT gym shorts with no "support" underneath. I walked past when he was doing the seated thigh machines. You know the ones where you push your legs apart?

Nasty...

My strangest was a woman who walked in 15 minutes late to Pilates class, took a phone call in the middle of it, and proceeded to continue to (try) to do the movements while talking on the phone. Sheesh.

Oh, and my second strangest was just this week. My MIL is visiting from Arizona. I took her to my yoga class. She came dressed in short shorts, with full makeup, hair done and heavy perfume.

1. Treadmill walker with incline at about 45 degrees-
These people hang on to the front bar of the treadmill. I wonder what the benefit is in hanging on like an ape to the treadmill. I want to scream, "why do you have the treadmill inclined!?!?!?!

2. Hollywood Lifters-
These cats show up wearing running shorts and combat boots. I do not get the fashion statement there. There were a couple of these guys that my friend referred to as "pretty Rikkis". They would load up the weight, go through about 1/3 of the range of motion, and let out a sound something like DUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!

Oh man, I could write you a "War and Peace" sized novel on weird characters at the gym, I've worked as a lifeguard and been a member at the YMCA for 3+ years.

+A woman who is 88 years old comes into the pool at 5 am EVERY SINGLE DAY with at least 2 suits on, underwear hanging out, bra on, huge men's socks, a giant eagle shoping bag wrapped around her head (she wore a crotched winter hat for a while too), 2 swim caps, diving mask, and then uses the largest fins we have available. The worst part is that she will stay in for 6 or more hours, doing nothing but a slow doggy paddle. This is EVERY DAY. And no matter how many times we tell her, she swims over the lane ropes. She's also been known to swim with winter gloves on.

the other day she got out of the pool quickly and tells the guard that she has to "tinkle" and her pill hasn't kicked in yet, and the guard was sitting by the door folding towels (She was the only one in the pool), she goes to the bathroom, comes back, gets in the pool. The guard then starts to smell this AWFUL stench...and goes to investigate...only to find the women's room COVERED , literally COVERED in shit..faucets, walls, toilet, floors. And then the woman DENIED that it was her! arrrg

+Speaking of shit, there is a "phantom pooper" at the Y too. This has been going on for MONTHS. This person (persons?) took a crap in a towel, adn then put it in the laundry when no one was there...it got washed with a load of clean towels, which had to be thrown out. The same person has also crapped in the lobby elevators, the towel bins in the locker rooms, IN A LOCKER!?, and most recently, under the mat in the sauna.

+While I was away, there were 2 people who overdosed at the Y on cocaine (maybe heroin?)..one passed out in the bathroom and was found by the janitor after closing. another one was running around the pool stark naked making airplane noises and using a kickboard to beat himself.

Looks to me like Darwins theory of Natural Selection is happening right
on schedule in these gyms each and every day.

Ugh, this thread is depressing me because Gym season is coming soon...

The "pooping" story reminded me of another incident, happened apparently in a high school locker instead of a gym.  I snobby girl once found a plastic bag of poop in her locker......

And overdosed in the Y??  If they want drug party, why not do it at home?

In school there's this major druggie kid who would get stoned to go to the gym b/c it says it makes him faster. The kid's a fast runner (no clue how that happened, talk about a waste of good genes) and went to state but didn't win it. Maybe he's not the only one employing that logic. Great stoners think alike.