I’m at the gym yesterday. I get on the stationary bike for about 15 minutes. Now, I want to get on one of the treadmills to do a little running.
(aside: I WOULD like to run on a track but I’ve had knee surgery and the treadmill is 8 billion times easier on my knee than a track is).
So, like a good gym boy, I sign up for the treadmill list and get back on the bike.
The cardio room is pretty packed. All the treadmills have been taken for 30 minutes. It’s OBVIOUS there’s a list.
So, here’s a few things:
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If there’s a list, people are limited to 20 minutes on cardio equipment. Well, about 20 minutes goes by without anyone getting off a treadmill. Does the dummy working in the cardio room have ANY notion whatsoever about this? No. Why? Because I’m sure this was her job description by the rest of her buddies who work there, “oh, you don’t have to do anything, Just pick up new towels whenever you feel like it. Other than that, you can just sit there and study.”
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A treadmill opens up. Great. I grab the “spray” to wipe down my bike, turn around and some woman is getting on the open treadmill. Well, I have my cycling shoes on, haven’t cleaned the bike, the “help” is in la la land. By the time I get to the treadmill, she’s going to be at least 2 minutes into it. So, I say, fuck it. I’ll get the next one.
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Another opens up. I get off the bike, and just wipe it down with my towel. I’m right near the desk and I hear this guy say to the “help”, “that treadmill just opened, can I take it?” The “help” is like, “uh, yeah, I guess so.” So I had to pipe in, “I think there’s a list, and I think I’m next.” So, I grab my running shoes, which I had put behind the bike, start to head to the treadmill and a woman gets on it.
I told her, “I think I’m next.”
Her reaction: “oh, is there a list?”
Yes, there’s a fucking list. Every treadmill has been taken for a half hour. There are people standing around staring at the treadmills. The gym is packed. Of fucking course there’s a fucking list. There’s 5 people on the list. So, you’re either a moron or you’re just selfish. Take your pick.
So,
Fuck you you selfish treadmill sniping mother fuckers.
Fuck you you worthless help desk mousey motherfuckers who don’t want to pay a bit of attention to your job and don’t want to actually tell people “no, you can’t get on the treadmill” and don’t want to go around to people who have been taking up the equipment for more than 20 minutes and tell them to vacate.
And, fuck you to people who STAY on the treadmills for longer than they’re supposed when they know god damn well there’s a list. If we all followed the rules in the gym, it would be a lot nicer.
And, fuck you to people who WALK on treadmills. Some of us need them, and actually are trying to get our heart rates above 65. There’s an indoor track. Go walk there.
And, fuck you to “men” on ellipticals. That shit is gay – 80’s style. Have you noticed yet that every other person on those things has chicken legs?
And, fuck you to that guy playing hoops who had a charge called against him. Hey dude, NOBODY wants to call charges in a pick-up game. That doesn’t mean you take advantage of it by lowering your shoulder and going full-on snowplow through the lane. “a charge? oh, ok. . . that’s how it is, huh? I see how it is.”
Finally, fuck you to the earth’s axis which has now created such a short-ass day that I get home in the dark and can’t ride my bike after work.