Witnessed two cases of douchebaggery at my gym recently.
The first was your typicaly alpha male... wearing his untied, tongues-out, high top Nikes (popularized by Justin Bieber, right?!), his gold bracelet around one of his wrists, a watch that was easily readable from 500 feet away on the other, bright red headphones (I was surprised they weren't the DJ-style BEATS headphones), wearing black sweatpants with one leg rolled up and a tight black compression shirt. Granted this guy has some size to him and I'm going to restrain myself from saying "ROIDS, ROIDS!", but I strolled into my gym with the hopes of actually doing squats in a squat rack. Two of the power racks are being used, and then the guy in question is tin the actual squat rack but I'm not sure what he was doing. Rack pulls I believe. No big deal... just wanted to see how many sets he had left so I could go do something else for awhile. Walk up to him and ask, and he eyeballs me in the mirror like a bull that just saw the color red. Takes out his headphones that are blaring music and at decibles you could hear from outside a soundproof room, looks at me with a 1000 yard stare and doesn't say anything.
"How many you got left good sir?" I inquire.
"I won't be done for awhile." Headphones on. Back to work. Rack pulls about three times and walks around, chest puffed out, circling the whole gym twice, before moving on to the next stage of his CIRCUIT workout. He wasn't even just staying in the squat rack. He had stratgically placed various objects on the pieces of equipment required by his circuit training. A towel on the benchpress. His water bottle by the squat rack. Some gloves resting on the preacher curl...
Long story short I ended up going out to see a movie that night. Walking in I pass by this same guy, who was dressed in ALMOST the exact same outfit he was wearing in the gym with only a few exceptions: sweatpants were now black dress slacks, Nikes had turned into black dress shoes, but the ****ing compression shirt was still the same, except it was tucked into his pants. I only laughed to myself as we passed in the hallway.
A few days ago I was doing some cardio work on a treadmill. At my gym the cardio equipment is on the second floor on balconies that overlook the entire rest of the gym. I saw someone load up the leg press with 8 plates on each side and then proceed to walk around the press for awhile as though he was inspecting the machine. Flailed his arms around for awhile to... warm... up... his... arms? Sat down, released the lock, lowered the weight about an inch, did this 4 times, and locked it back in place.
Leg workout success?
