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So I was training today, doing legs on the hack squat. A miniscule trainer comes over - MID SET, WHILE I AM PUSHING THIS BITCH UP - and says, "Your form is horrible, you should get a trainer."
Is this the new way trainers get clients? By insulting gym members technique and form? Gee, that's a turn on.
I can picture it now...
Walk into a bar, see a beautiful woman sitting there, smiling at me, looking perfect, and next to her is her boyfriend, pretty big and buff. I go up to her and say, "Your boyfriend is an ugly scumbag. Maybe you need a new man."
Hmmm.... You know, it may actually work.
But I digress:
The point is, these trainers - at this particular gym that I am borderline about to announce if they keep fucking with me consistently - is a giant shit-box filled with walls that are painted over with 10 coats of water based bullshit to cover the shit stains on the walls. But they paint between the hours of 2pm and 8pm DURING THE WEEK. Idiots.
This same gym doesn't have proper ventiliation anywhere (Fire hazard), nor does it have an escape route for members in two distinct sections (another fire hazard) nor do they have a working fire alarm (I think you can guess what kind of hazard that one is?).
They also have ditches in the fucking floor, benches and machines that aren't bolted in, and cable machines with broken cables, missing pins and broken handles.
No, this isn't a hardcore lifters dream. This is bodybuilding purgatory, a place where old men who used to be big or school kids trying to get big, tossing around the 30 pounders like they're lifting the 100's and making noises that would rival an in progress homosexual orgy.
And the trainers and management ONLY GO AFTER MEN WHO LOOK LIKE BODYBUILDERS when it comes to dropping weights or leaving weights on machines (something I NEVER DO-- but CONSTANTLY get blamed for).
Thanks to Planet Fatness, this gym, I sense, is going the way of not the Hunk Alarm (lunk, whatever) but the REVOKE THE MEMBERSHIP OF THE BIG GUY DUE TO VIOLATIONS OF POLICY alarm.
To top this all off, this miniscule little itty-bitty trainer challenges my form while this fat horse on the elliptical looks like she's racing to the nearest Good Humor truck to purchase a chocolate covered eclair, nearly TILTING the fucking thing while sweating up a steam bath of putrid lard gas, but this THING is allowed to continue while I get harassed for doing my own thing, quietly, just because I look good.
WHAT THE FUCK IS THE GYM ENVIRONMENT COMING TO!?!
(End of rant!)
Is this the new way trainers get clients? By insulting gym members technique and form? Gee, that's a turn on.
I can picture it now...
Walk into a bar, see a beautiful woman sitting there, smiling at me, looking perfect, and next to her is her boyfriend, pretty big and buff. I go up to her and say, "Your boyfriend is an ugly scumbag. Maybe you need a new man."
Hmmm.... You know, it may actually work.
But I digress:
The point is, these trainers - at this particular gym that I am borderline about to announce if they keep fucking with me consistently - is a giant shit-box filled with walls that are painted over with 10 coats of water based bullshit to cover the shit stains on the walls. But they paint between the hours of 2pm and 8pm DURING THE WEEK. Idiots.
This same gym doesn't have proper ventiliation anywhere (Fire hazard), nor does it have an escape route for members in two distinct sections (another fire hazard) nor do they have a working fire alarm (I think you can guess what kind of hazard that one is?).
They also have ditches in the fucking floor, benches and machines that aren't bolted in, and cable machines with broken cables, missing pins and broken handles.
No, this isn't a hardcore lifters dream. This is bodybuilding purgatory, a place where old men who used to be big or school kids trying to get big, tossing around the 30 pounders like they're lifting the 100's and making noises that would rival an in progress homosexual orgy.
And the trainers and management ONLY GO AFTER MEN WHO LOOK LIKE BODYBUILDERS when it comes to dropping weights or leaving weights on machines (something I NEVER DO-- but CONSTANTLY get blamed for).
Thanks to Planet Fatness, this gym, I sense, is going the way of not the Hunk Alarm (lunk, whatever) but the REVOKE THE MEMBERSHIP OF THE BIG GUY DUE TO VIOLATIONS OF POLICY alarm.
To top this all off, this miniscule little itty-bitty trainer challenges my form while this fat horse on the elliptical looks like she's racing to the nearest Good Humor truck to purchase a chocolate covered eclair, nearly TILTING the fucking thing while sweating up a steam bath of putrid lard gas, but this THING is allowed to continue while I get harassed for doing my own thing, quietly, just because I look good.
WHAT THE FUCK IS THE GYM ENVIRONMENT COMING TO!?!
(End of rant!)
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