Clichés in the Gym

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Its 7 o clock PM, prime time at the gym. I walk through the packed gym doors. Scrambling around, grabbing stations as fast as possible, I get in the zone, nothing around me matters. To get out of my zone is a difficult task but certain guys manage to do just that. I have given these men special titles the screamer, the instructor, the confused, and Mr. Bi-bench.

With the “screamer” the name pretty much tells it all. No matter where he is in the gym his presence is known by his piercing screams. Yes, screaming comes with lifting heavy weights, but Regardless of what weight is a screamer is always a screamer, letting out howls on every repetition with the intention of getting everyone’s attention. Often more than one of these guys is working out at a time, in which all their screaming seems to be nothing more than a yodeling competition. When I workout out I need total focus on my lifts and with these guys in the gym that’s nearly impossible. To drown these distracting noises I am found in head phones with music blaring during my workouts. In the end I do not blame the screamers for their loud and attention begging behavior, I think it all leads back to their parents not giving them enough attention when they were young.

Unfortunately head phones don’t help for every annoying character. The instructor will do whatever it takes to get your attention and fill you with his insight. Though we call him the instructor he is the farthest from so. His big gym bag filled with straps, bands, belts, bottles, shoes, sacks, and proteins sets him apart from the others, and gives him the mindset that he is in fact a certified personal trainer. Besides the fact that the only workout he does is lug around a bag of worthless things, the instructor feels he must tell everyone how to do their own workout. I was doing my usual Monday workout (squats) and one of these “instructors” decides my form is wrong. Now, I have been working out for eight years and this man has the audacity to tell me how to do a squat. I wanted to punch him right in the jaw, instead I decided to use that anger towards my next sets of “incorrect” squats.

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