Lets hear your embarrassing gym story :)

IT'S NOT A GYM, BUT OMG I JUST...

My first run ever was an event sponsored by the school. It was called a "Turkey Trot." You walk/run the course around the campus and you estimate at registration how long it will take you to walk/run the 2 mile circuit. Those who guess the most accurate time win a free frozen turkey.

We were dirt poor at the time and I had just taken up running. I ran the course a few times a week and put down my average as my time. I was determined to make sure my family at least had a meal for our holiday.

The day finally came, I was set. I had extra shoelaces, extra socks, a supportive bra, a fully charged ipod. I was in the zone. I was so excited. It was my first race! I lined up with the runner's at their start. There weren't a whole lot of us, but I was confident I would be accurate enough to win a bird. I wasn't really paying attention to the other runners. I was so in the zone and jittery. I had never considered myself a runner and this was a real race I registered for and everything!

Boom. Hit the ground running. I paced myself. I didn't want to be over-excited and mess up my time by starting off too strong. I was halfway through the course when I realized I had forgotten something. Something important. Something that was easy for me to forget because it was such a rare occurence for me. I was wearing light grey track pants. And there was blood everywhere. I've never had a TOM in the sense that it was monthly, you know? More like a visit once or twice a year. But maybe it was that I had recently started exercising and eating better. Or Murphy's law. @%#$.

I was horrified, though. I had the vermillion rear of a baboon. These track pants were ruined. I was not even wearing a jacket to tie around my waist. And the nearest building with a bathroom was up the big hill. And everyone was behind me. sigh.

I ran up the hill and ducked into the nearest bathroom. I couldn't tell if my cheeks were hot from exhaustion or embarrassment or both. It's too late to do anything at this point. My clothes are in the building where I started, where I'm supposed to end. Everyone has already seen the red moon rising.

I wanted to cry. I finished the race dead last. My time was way off when they cited it to me. I ruined Thanksgiving. I walked into the building heading towards the locker room to cry and change. And then...

They called my name...?

Because apparently, one of the runners didn't go through with the run. And there were only 5 runners registered for the "run," the rest were walkers. There were 10 Turkeys total given away, (5 in the runners group, 5 in the walkers group) and by default, I won just for completing the race in my category. I walked over without saying anything and grabbed the turkey.

Some metal head screamed, his friend called me "Brutal," and there was a standing ovationas I collected the prize.

It was absolutely horrifying at the time, but I look back on it with a kind of fondness. There would never be a race that could be so absolutely humiliating ahead of me, which gave me something to look forward to... and I got what I came for, so I guess it could've been worse.

I forgot to eat breakfast before my leg day...Long story short I was doing box jumps on the 24 inch platform with a 20 lb bar on my back and i was half way through on # 26 and passed out....I'm not sure what I hit or what I didn't hit, but from my face all the way down to my left ankle was covered in abrasions and bruised, plus the huge not on the back of my head...and I woke up in the arms of a cute lil guy not any bigger then me.....

I didn't go back for almost a week :-(

You should have gotten his phone number.




He was a cute and sweet, but if my bench is almost as much as he weighs then I have to pass, plus my husband might be offended ;-)

Super hot, super built guy who is a regular at my gym, gets really "in the zone" when he's working out and when he's doing heavy shoulder presses, he starts with this routine which is:
- Earphones in, loud music on
- Head down eyes closed listening to the music, getting ready for what I think is the "build up"
- Sits up and shouts (maybe partially due to the loud music) "HUH, HUH, 1, 2, 3, COME ON PAUL, COME ON!!!!" and gets going

I was out one day with my friend when I saw him outside the gym, so I told her the story about his routine (she didn't see him) which of course she found hilarious.

A few weeks later we were training together at my gym. She usually trains in another gym in the same chain, so doesn't know the regulars and nor does anyone know her. I'm doing some barbell squats and struggling on my last few reps of my last set, so my friend shouts at me "HUH, HUH, 1, 2, 3, COME ON PAUL, COME ON!!" .... not realising that super hot guy was on the bench right behind us, not even 5 feet away, without his earphones in....

I could barely move I was laughing so hard with embarrassment...

My triceps are incredibly weak, so I have been focusing on making them stronger. I did about 50 Overhead Tricep Extensions while chatting it up with my dad who was also working out. He was ready to go so he left and I stayed to finish my workout. I got on the floor to do some planks and BOOM, my arms were so weak and jiggly from the Overhead extensions i fell right on my face. I couldn't even hold myself up in a plank lmao!!!!

Lesson learned : Tricep exercises are LAST in my workout lol

When I was in high school and not too bright, I went to bench without a spotter. Ended up hitting failure on the last rep with the bar on my chest, and couldn't get it up. Had to be saved by two 90 lb girls.