There was a guy at a gym that I used to attend. He would come in Dockers and a button up shirt and run on the treadmill without changing. Then every time one of this feet would hit, he would fart. Like constant farting for 45 minutes he was on the treadmill, I just don't even know how that is possible.
Post by stackingtens on Feb 3, 2017 11:30:57 GMT -5
In a CrossFit class we don't get much that's out of the ordinary, other than:
the sorority girl who's entire thong is visible through her capris (we let her know privately)
the one client who has THE WORST BO I have ever smelled in my life and works out at lunch, wipes down and goes back to work-OMG, it's so bad
The guy who doesn't want people to think he "drank the koolaid" (He's been a dedicated member for 2.5 years, consistently training, etc) so he doesn't own gym clothes or shoes (he wears khaki shorts, a tshirt and vans and he has a 235lb clean and jerk and muscle ups by now)
One client who told me he couldn't stand with his feet any closer together (deadlifting-he was in a wider than squat width stance) because it squeeze his balls too much (I am still wondering how that works... must be a lot of balls)
Post by lilypad1126 on Feb 3, 2017 12:05:35 GMT -5
At my old gym, there was an older, grandmotherly lady who came in wearing what looked like a 100% polyester outfit and she would sit on the large ball and bounce up and down for 20 minutes. That's it, that's all she'd do. Odd and not super helpful.
At another gym, there was this guy, probably mid 30s, who ran on a treadmill, holding his shirt in his hand (and thereby showing off his belly) while breathing like he was in a Lamaze class. It was so loud and distracting. And why he held his shirt is beyond me.
My H dances to his music while working out. And not just a little dancing, like, whole body dancing. It cracks me up. Until I have to leave with him and people then know we are together.
Also this girl who would be in the front row for every turbo kickbox clsss and did not give a single fuck about the choreography she'd straight turn around and stare at her ass and twerk for entire sections. Sometimes feeling it so much that she'd have one hand on the mirror or floor. Some of us would end up cheering on particularly bootylicious performance days.
I miss that class
This is Orange County ca. I can't make this shit up
The worst for me was this dude at my old gym. He'd wear his regular clothes, whatever they happened to be, frequently khakis and cut-off sweatshirts a la Kelly Kapowski. He would chain smoke in his car and then come in and run on the treadmill, then leave and chain smoke in his car again. The first time I got stuck on the treadmill next to him, I almost threw up, the smell was so bad. I couldn't figure out how the heck the smell was so strong, and then a few days later, I pulled into the parking lot and had to answer some work emails before I went inside, so I was sitting in my car for awhile. He pulls into the spot next to me, smokes at least 4 cigarettes, and then waltzes in for his workout. I have no idea how he could run 5 minutes, let alone miles, the way he smoked.
I don't belong to a gym, but I have meetings at the community center of my town once a month and sometimes I see some interesting action on the indoor track. My favorite is the older guy who walks in his street clothes, takes a few steps, stops and does a karate kick every so often. Random.