gym etiquette
you know, there are certain things i HATE about people at the gym. let me list a couple of my complaints.
- i call these certain individuals peepers. you know, i took the time to bring reading material FOR MYSELF. not for the person on the machine next to me too. so, while i'm suffering doing my cardio, i like to distract myself from the fact that i've reduced myself to becoming a human hamster on a wheel. it has happened on a number of occasions that the person next to me reads my magazine with me. maybe we should hold hands and they should lay their head on my shoulder while they're at it. STOP READING MY MAGAZINE WITH ME. instead of complaining about it, i should do something about it next time. hmmmm...what should i do.....
-i believe that men experience this problem in the bathroom. there's a certain etiquette as to what urinal to use contingent upon the number of men in the restroom. i think the same practice goes for cardio machines. it was really late at the gym. i think less than 10 people were there. i was minding my own business reading my US weekly on the elliptical machine. there are MORE THAN 10 machines to choose from. where does he go? mother fucker chooses the machine right next to me when he has TONS to choose from. i don't get it. then, of course fatty decides to read my magazine with me, thereby making him a peeper too.
now, one can say that maybe he was trying to pick up on me. if you see what i wear to the gym, you'd know that would never be the case. i like looking like a piece of shit in a sweaty potato sack. i'm one of those that could give two fucks what i look like at the gym.
which brings me to the next point:
-i hate it when girls wear the skimpiest shit to the gym, yet complain that men are always hitting on them and interrupting their workouts or even following them around. should you have to be selective about your workout gear? well....in a co-ed gym where sleezy guys are around, perhaps you should use a bit of discretion in what you wear and what exercises you choose to do. bitch, you want the attention. and don't use "but, i get hot (in a super whiny tone)" as an excuse. you really think that by wearing those butt tight pants and little top while doing free weights on the bench with your ass in the air is no cause for unwarranted attention? PUHLEEEEEAAAAAAASE. take your "daddy doesn't love me" issues elsewhere.....you can complain to the peeper on the machine next to me.
-i hate it when people use gym equipment and don't put it back. yesterday, while i was doing abs, these guys near me were using the big exercise balls and just left them there after they were done. DOES YOUR MOM FUCKING WORK AT THE GYM??!! geezus...have some consideration.
-the sweaty bettys. some people don't wipe down the machine after they're done using it. EW.
phew.....okay. that's enough venting for now. that felt good. now off to the gym i go.
mood: whatever
background music: gwen stefani - Yummy
- i call these certain individuals peepers. you know, i took the time to bring reading material FOR MYSELF. not for the person on the machine next to me too. so, while i'm suffering doing my cardio, i like to distract myself from the fact that i've reduced myself to becoming a human hamster on a wheel. it has happened on a number of occasions that the person next to me reads my magazine with me. maybe we should hold hands and they should lay their head on my shoulder while they're at it. STOP READING MY MAGAZINE WITH ME. instead of complaining about it, i should do something about it next time. hmmmm...what should i do.....
-i believe that men experience this problem in the bathroom. there's a certain etiquette as to what urinal to use contingent upon the number of men in the restroom. i think the same practice goes for cardio machines. it was really late at the gym. i think less than 10 people were there. i was minding my own business reading my US weekly on the elliptical machine. there are MORE THAN 10 machines to choose from. where does he go? mother fucker chooses the machine right next to me when he has TONS to choose from. i don't get it. then, of course fatty decides to read my magazine with me, thereby making him a peeper too.
now, one can say that maybe he was trying to pick up on me. if you see what i wear to the gym, you'd know that would never be the case. i like looking like a piece of shit in a sweaty potato sack. i'm one of those that could give two fucks what i look like at the gym.
which brings me to the next point:
-i hate it when girls wear the skimpiest shit to the gym, yet complain that men are always hitting on them and interrupting their workouts or even following them around. should you have to be selective about your workout gear? well....in a co-ed gym where sleezy guys are around, perhaps you should use a bit of discretion in what you wear and what exercises you choose to do. bitch, you want the attention. and don't use "but, i get hot (in a super whiny tone)" as an excuse. you really think that by wearing those butt tight pants and little top while doing free weights on the bench with your ass in the air is no cause for unwarranted attention? PUHLEEEEEAAAAAAASE. take your "daddy doesn't love me" issues elsewhere.....you can complain to the peeper on the machine next to me.
-i hate it when people use gym equipment and don't put it back. yesterday, while i was doing abs, these guys near me were using the big exercise balls and just left them there after they were done. DOES YOUR MOM FUCKING WORK AT THE GYM??!! geezus...have some consideration.
-the sweaty bettys. some people don't wipe down the machine after they're done using it. EW.
phew.....okay. that's enough venting for now. that felt good. now off to the gym i go.
mood: whatever
background music: gwen stefani - Yummy
posted by shan at 9:16 PM
1 Comments:
Hear, hear!! You tell 'em, Shannon. There's this one guy at the gym who likes to stare at me. Total creepo.
Post a Comment
<< Home