so there was this guy in the gym . . .
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DawnEmbers wrote: »...His own OHP rep were a bit different. She had just the bar since was learning the lift. He had 45's and some other, which nice for him. Except, he's do the first rep up over his head then bring it down just below his nose and push right back up again. Kept that way for the rest of the reps each set...
I used to go to the YMCA to lift when I first started out with SL last year and the only bro that would share the power cage with me/let me work in between his sets if he got there first told me to do the same with my OHP - only bring it down to my nose because a full range of motion causes shoulder injuries! Pfffffft. Lies. lol
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Yesterday I saw a dude doing deadlifts in the gym, and he kept taking his shoes off and doing them in just his slouchy old grey-white socks. I was sort of fascinated. He would take off his shoes, deadlift, put his shoes back on, do some dumbbell work, disappear, then come back and do it all over again.
I was half tempted to offer him $20 for a pair of Converse, just so I didn't have to look at his socks, but since I was lifting in Vibrams i figured I looked just as weird to him.
But seriously...he couldn't have found flat shoes, or at least less gross looking socks? I'd be busting out brightly colored sparkly socks if I was doing that.0 -
My first thought was maybe LASIK, but I had LASIK, and you can't lift heavy things after :P
Really? Shoot, guess I'll take that possibility off the table. I wear glasses or contacts because I'm blind as a bat but was thinking about getting it corrected someday. Maybe the other type would still work.
Edit: I'm an idiot - you meant you can't lift heavy things right after having had LASIK. I need to eat something.0 -
MissHolidayGolightly wrote: »My first thought was maybe LASIK, but I had LASIK, and you can't lift heavy things after :P
Really? Shoot, guess I'll take that possibility off the table. I wear glasses or contacts because I'm blind as a bat but was thinking about getting it corrected someday. Maybe the other type would still work.
Edit: I'm an idiot - you meant you can't lift heavy things right after having had LASIK. I need to eat something.
Haha, yes, I mean you can't lift heavy right after, like when you would still be wearing dark glasses all the time. I got LASIK 6.5 years ago...no regrets. My eyes weren't that bad, but I adore being able to swim and see again.0 -
Hahahaha @MissHoliday.
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two notables were in yesterday. one, the crazy crossfit bragger with the empty blue eyes like a little orphan annie cartoon . . . she was in there. ms. let-me-load-you-up-with-95-pounds-for-the-squat? that one. kept a wide berth around her, but at one point i was setting up for deadlift and i felt/sensed this sort of rush of multicoloured motion behind me, and then she went past with the resistance bands round her ankles and sort of loping along sideways in prayer/yoga-squat-type position.
other notables were my first true 'couple'. part of me sincerely doesn't want to be uncharitable because (and also but) . . . well, pretty much this:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V_k9mslBS0A
so anyway, there were donald and lydia everywhere i seemed to look at last night. she was too short to reach the pulldown bar he put her on. he was tall enough to bring it down for her, but appallingly thin, and with NO idea, just none. he was wandering around giving himself brutal weights on things like the cable crossovers and straining so hard at them right in front of me it was scary and upsetting. and then he'd get discouraged in two reps, look sad for a bit and then try something else. i didn't see him doing the ribs thing, but he didn't have to. they were doing this stuff in front of me while i rowed/deadlifted, and then she left for a while and came back right past me in a big waft of locoweed scent . . . and the next i saw them was when they were making out up against the padded yoga platform when i went into that zone to stretch. pretty much no pretense or pretexts there.0 -
Canadianlbs; your gym is WAY more entertaining than mine! Of course to discourage the , um, unwanted affection behaviors you could always grab the spray bottle of cleaner for the equipment, and start vigorously cleaning the yoga platform next to them while muttering "eww, gross" just loud enough to hear....
As an aside: I get hungry enough after lifting, why add weed to the mix?????0 -
As an aside: I get hungry enough after lifting, why add weed to the mix?????
heh. these two weren't lifting though. to borrow a phrase from all the frustrated baseball coaches trying to inspire uncommitted little leaguers throughout the years: "you're just waving at it! SWING THE BAT!"
that's what they were both doing. they weren't lifting those weights, they were just waving at them.
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forgot to mention, i've been seeing the Squat King's buddy around in my last couple of trips to the gym. this guy squats too, and i'll re-emphasize that all of that bunch do do a comprehensive workout (though they monopolize the entire gym to do it).
anyway, i can't say that this one skips legs, but he's the Pectoral Prince. it's his body of course, but honestly his pecs are . . . out of proportion with the rest of him and a bit disturbing. they start somewhere right under his collarbone and to be honest, he has to carry them around in front of him the way women do when they have fairly big boobs and the boobs are trussed up right under their chins. and then the crewcut on top and the mincey little legs and delicate feet underneath . . . he's like an upside-down pyramid.
i'll say one likeable thing about him though. i've seen him working out in full-body leotards that are like spiderman suits - the full red-and-blue deal, minus cape. or snakeskin in neon green and black, and i'm pretty sure i saw leopardskin once.0 -
@canadianlbs I can't even come up with a smart reply. I laughed out loud at everything from feeling a whirling of crossfit colors to a guy with pectoral manboobs. Thanks for the laugh!0
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MissHolidayGolightly wrote: »a whirling of crossfit colors
that was the one that i liked the best. it reminded me really strongly of this time i was almost chomped by a crocodile. same kind of rush-of-motion experience. and then the surreal after-effects in your mind. but the crossfit lady was a whole lot more fun.
never ever hang directly over a crocodile pen. that's all i can say. they might look like they haven't moved for the last sixty-nine years, but they sure can if they feel like it. i'm going to stay away from that woman's teeth.0 -
I will keep that tidbit in mind!
Guy was wearing beats headphones today but his music was blaring out loud like out of a speaker. I have no understanding of this. I would have asked him to please use the headphones he is wearing but I was done benching and it was time for me to go to the other side of the gym anyway.0 -
I took today off just for funsies so I went to the gym at like 1 pm after my eye dr appt. I'm chilling in the squat rack between OHP sets, and looking around as one does while resting. My gaze happened upon a group of 3 dudes talking near the entrance to the locker room which is across the gym from my location. I happen to notice one of the dudes is flinging around his parts with his finger. Okay I get that sometimes things require adjustment, but go somewhere private. I mean I can't be the only one who's underwear have wandered between minora and majora after a particularly intense squat set...well maybe I have. The point is I don't go digging in there in the middle of the gym. Whatever. I continue looking around the gym. Looking at my phone. Jamming out to my music. Do another set. Start looking around again. DUDE IS STILL flinging away. Just talking to his friends, flinging around his little wiener like it ain't no thing. The same way one might play with a few strands of hair. WTF. I mean this is a Y. They are a family establishment! 10 minutes later I look again, and now his hand is in his pocket doing it in there. At that point I couldn't even.0
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"and now his hand is in his pocket doing it in there. At that point I couldn't even. "
Maybe he has crabs????0 -
Eww @Fittreelol! Maybe he's like that guy on Sons of Anarchy and he needs his fingers cut off!
So I may just be ignorant about alternative uses of machines - but I swear I see some people doing some weird exercises that I'm certain they made up. Last week I saw a guy on all fours in front of the leg extension machine, facing it. He was putting his head underneath where your feet would go and lifting his head up. And he was pushing some pretty heavy weights for a neck/back exercise. It was like lifting for head bangers.0 -
Fittreelol wrote: »At that point I couldn't even.
they say lifting raises testosterone . . . but you don't have to lift the actual bits to get the effect.
i laughed all over my keyboard about your girl-wedgie. that hasn't happened to me in the gym but not all underpants styles are a good choice for cycling in.
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^^^^^ i'm having a nicknaming fit. the duke of dink? the knob knight? the jedi of junk? the earl of ewww?
just so many options . . .0 -
I posted this on @Canadian's wall, but thought I'd fill you gals in too. Her Squat King's lame-o California cousins were at my gym tonight. All four of them standing around in a circle, ostensibly watching each other do that chest pull with the barbell thing*, but really just checking themselves out in the mirror.
* I don't know what this exercise is called, but the barbell is empty on one end and shoved in the corner. The other end is loaded, and people pick it up from the loaded end and lift up towards the chest. Almost like a barbell row, but with just one end of the bar.
When they were finished, they left the bar half loaded, and all of the plates they removed scattered all over that corner. I later had to clean them up in order to do my deadlifts. Given that there are no less than three plate stands in that area where they could have racked them, this pissed me right off.
Also had two young fellas who were doing walking lunges with an 80 lb. barbell on their shoulders. Their form was terrible! They both literally wobbled from side to side when they had the one knee down and hunched their backs over as if they were trying out to be Quasimodo when they tried to stand. It was just ugly.
Finally, the dude who was using the squat rack before me was doing deadlifts, but with the bar *behind* him. That was a new one for me!0 -
I knew a guy that was always touching his junk. I equated it to nose picking.. something that shouldn't be done in public but some people are compulsive about it.
@crabada maybe he was doing hack squats?0 -
* I don't know what this exercise is called, but the barbell is empty on one end and shoved in the corner. The other end is loaded, and people pick it up from the loaded end and lift up towards the chest. Almost like a barbell row, but with just one end of the bar.
I knew what you were talking about but didn't know the actual name. Curiosity got me. It's called a long bar row.
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Holiday is correct, the 'behind you' deadlifts are called hack squats. They're mainly a quad exercise.0
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I watched a guy do them for the entire time I was in the gym once. I was like, good luck using your legs tomorrow!0
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Is long bar row the same as a T bar row? I had to google what aT bar row was a while back because when I still belonged to Planet Fitness they had signs around proclaiming that T bar rows were forbidden.0
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Yes. I think tbar-and long bar row are the same thing, but maybe slightly different. I'm also jumping on the hack squat train.0
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Yup - just looked at a video of hack squats. That's what he was doing. And the self-admiration society was doing T-bar rows.
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My google search went along the lines of "exercise barbell with plates on end". It was very scientific.0
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So, this was from a week or so ago, but I didn't post it then.
There is this girl at the gym who likes to think herself a trainer, but isn't. Mostly, I think she just likes bossing people around...at least that is what it sounds like to me. She is fit, but nothing outstanding.
Anyhow, last time I saw her, she had a little entourage around her. 5 women were with her and they were going as a group around the weight room. I was benching on an end bench. The group comes over to a cable machine and are standing around chatting right next to me. I have headphones, but my battery had died. I still had them in though so that I could pretend I couldn't hear. So I finish my bench and put the bar in the ground in front of the bench to do rows since their group in standing in the spot that people usually use for deadlifts and stuff. It was super tight and I only had a couple inches clearance on one end of the bar.
All 6 of them are taking turns using one cable machine. So one finishes a set, and waits for 5 other people to take turns before they get another set in, and they are all chatting, so no one is hurrying. They are kind of milling around, keep walking right in front of me while I am lifting, even though there is a huge amount of empty space on the other side of the machine they are using. Then, I am getting ready for my 4th set, get in position over the bar, grab it, and some woman walks by and STEPS RIGHT OVER THE BAR I am just pulling off the floor. I had to drop it to avoid hitting her with the weights. When I told my friend later that night, she thought I should have just carried on and hit her with the bar. Maybe then she would learn :P
Then, last night, some kid walks right in to the end of the bar as I am about to start my OHP while going to meet his buddy. Luckily there isn't much weight on it, and I hadn't moved it off my chest yet. At least he had the decency to look sheepish and apologized.0 -
Does the wanna-be trainer actually work for the gym? If so, I would say something to her about gym safety and keeping her entourage in check. Or speak up next time. I would have NO problem telling dipshit-bar-stepper to back the hell off. That's just NOT OK. Ughh.0
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My Y closes at 7 on Friday so I went to Golds after work and was 2nd in line waiting for the only cage (no racks). The guy in front of me was like almost apologetic for using it. He was assuring me it would only take 10 minutes etc. So as soon as he's almost done some random upper body day only guy with knee sleeves on comes up and I guess Nice Guy told him I was next. UBDO guy was like, "Are you squatting?" Me, "No, I'm over head pressing." "You're what?" "OVER. HEAD. PRESSING." And then he walked away. Now it could be possible he was just wanting to work in if I was squatting, but it really sounded quite judgey/accusatory and I think he was hoping I'd be all "Oh are YOU squatting you big sexy bag of muscles?! Here. YOU take the cage. You are much more deserving." I mean don't normal people ask if they can work in/how many sets/how long you're going to be/if you can get them when you're done? All with pleases and thank yous. Jokes on him cause I was on week 3 day 3 of smolov jr which is 8 sets of 4 after warm ups. I was in there for ev er.0
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there were two guys in the gym yesterday . . . i was listening to them as hard as i could and trying to take mental notes, but the discourse was so vapid - and strangely, so LOUD - that a lot of it has totally died from my mind in spite of all i could do. i guess these are what you actually get in some of the mainstream/broculture gyms and if they are then all i can say is, 'thank GOD for the rec centres then.'
the distinguishing feature of one of them was that he didn't have any. he looked like the kind of slacker/stoner/loser dude who vaguely hopes to get told that he looks like seth rogan because he has roughly the same kind of hair. beard and thick glasses and he was lifting in a pair of those offensive cargo-pant baggies that come down to the knees and are made of some shiny false canvas that would melt if you held a lighter to them. full of zippers and snaps and such stuff, and i'm pretty sure i saw a giant dog-chain leading from his belt to the place where his oh-so-precious wallet was kept.
it was pretty quiet, pretty much just me and them and this other far more sane-seeming young guy. who was also wearing slacker pants and had a skateboarder's type ponytail to keep his hair out of his face, but he looked as if he had a brain. oh, and my bucktoothed buddy who took such delight in my big deadlift a few months ago. beard-guy was doing a don't-do-this-you-fool form of squats in the smith for at least half an hour by himself, and all i did at that point was make a slight snicker and record his baby-bird-needs-to-be-fed facial configuration for @crabada's benefit. eyes screwed tight shut and mouth screwed wide open to show off his pain, and face tipped up to the ceiling and all while he prayed for deliverance under this terrible load. but then his loud lapdog showed up, and they moved into the actual rack and things hit a new gear. i guess they work out downtown. or something. some loud, obnoxious, aggressive place where everyone is a ufc cage-match fanatic when they're not in clubs.
weird thing was, beardy guy was the alpha dude of the pair. the other guy who showed up was a whole lot younger, head and shoulders taller, and just generally a much more preposessing type guy. at least physically. but as soon as he opened his mouth he branded himself from top to bottom as one of the most slavish 'follower' types that i've ever seen. it was bizarre. i overheard him whether i wanted to or not for at least 60 unceasing minutes, and he didn't seem to have a muscle anywhere in his entire psyche. and for some reason he'd attached all his devotion to this totally nondescript twit, and was just following him everywhere actively feeding him alpha-dog lines. mr beard didn't even have to do or say much, it was more like the groupie was hoisting him onto some pedestal all by himself. they did squats unfortunately too near the bench while i was benching, and they spent the whole time telling each other the entire time various back-stabbing gossip stories about various lowlifes in 'their' own gym. when mr submissive wasn't putting his own thoughts into the mouth of the other guy and then waiting with audible anxiety to hear them approved.
it was so boring, oh god help me. it really was. i'd forgotten how awful men like this are because i ahven't had to even be around any of them for so long. every story was designed to show someone at a contrived disadvantage that wasn't even an original one. and then they'd both pretend to find the target person's stupidity completely hilarious, which honestly couldn't have been real because you could hear the pause after each punchline while both of them searched hard for something to mock in whatever the target had done. the time x got showed up as a total *kitten* by some chick who was benching y weight. the total asininity of beardy-guy's mom for bringing beardy-guy's niece to some family thing, when beardy-guy's mom 'obviously' should have known there wasn't room in beardy-guy's mother's car for both beardy guy and his awesome physique and a child of, say, three.
interspersed with exchanges of pre-workout and post-workout and who knows what brand names, of course. and form tips to make the groupie as awesome at squats as his great hero was. 'don't go so low. stop there. no, higher. look up.' and some bragging, of course. beardy guy and his chiropractor who won't even work on his neck because beardy-guys' traps are so huge that his bones can't be reached. no word of a lie, and the lapdog crowed 'dude!' like it was a mental orgasm just hearing the tale. and so and and so on and so on and so forth. and so on. oh my groke. the only good part was, both of them were such losers they didn't even have any of the anti-'chick' stories i was just bracing my whole body for. they were such losers that in a weird sort of way they were kind of harmless. like eunuchs, almost. they seemed to have removed themselves from the whole reproductive chain by sheer brainlessness.
or other more physical means. because went off to stretch they were in the stretching zone too. not stretching of course . . . still lifting but now into the real specialized technical stuff. beardy dude was showing off some new kind of fancypants idek, some triple-gainer landmine row with a toeloop and a reverse russian halftwist - almost literally, actually. i was determined not to give them the oxygen of looking at them, but i did see that he was straddling the barbell, but kind of sideways, and he seemed to be corkscrewed around so he was using only his opposite hand torow with, behind his own bum. or something, while his groupie stood by with his hands on his hips and loudly watched and admired and yapped about how he wanted to learn to do that as well.
and then came the glorious moment. the beard guy said 'OW.' oh how it gladdened my heart. i had my back turned at the time. strongest discipline of my whole life but i didn't whip round to look. there's a moment silence and then the groupie says 'what?' beard guy says something all mumbly, and starts up again, and then a moment later he gives off a REAL ow and some good ol' swear words, and throws the bar down. groupie's all what? what? where does it hurt? and the beardy-guy starts in not so much telling him as - well, by the sounds of his voice he was showing him too. the groupie's beside himself with excitement and joy. 'there? right there? dude! that's so awesome, me too! that's where it hurts me as well!'
well, i mean, what would you do? i turned around. and i almost caught them at it. showing each other their prostate glands, or at least something right in that zone.
rec centres. where all the normal folks lift.
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