Actual gym rants!!

How do you know, by looking at someone on a treadmill, that they are or are not equally served by the treadmill and the track? Are you exerpsychic?

Asshole, if you claim that in the course of your runs on a track or road you never vary in your pace, you’re as big a fucking liar as you are an asshole. I walked at a pace that I varied between 4.5 and 5 miles an hour with an incline that I varied between 5 and 10 and yes, I needed the assistance of the treadmill to help me keep that pace. Perhaps, god of exercise that you are, you have a better innate ability of pace maintenance than I do. Good for fucking you, prick.

First off, I haven’t eaten meat since 1990. Second, I’ve been fat since before I was the one deciding what food to buy. Third, go fuck yourself with a rusty hook up your pissant condescending ass. It’s motherfuckers with your attitude, treating me like shit for years for daring to be fat and daring not to live up to your standards of proper exercise regimens, that helped keep me unmotivated and fat for longer than I might otherwise have. I tried so many times to drop the weight over the years, only to run into sanctimonious chunks of human garbage like you who put me down for doing what I could. Yeah, of course ultimately it’s my responsibility what I put in my mouth and what exercise I do, but cunts like you didn’t make it any easier. Instead of encouraging people like me in doing whatever we were doing you out us down and made shitty remarks like “maybe you should’ve eaten fewer Big Macs.” Maybe if it bothers you so fucking much that people like me use exercise equipment you should take all the money that you’ve spent on gym memberships over the year and buy your own treadmill so you don’t have to suffer behind fat bastards like me.

Please, please do that to me, or someone like me. And then after you get your head handed to you by one of my fellow fat-asses, come back and tell us all about it.

Too bad with all the work you supposedly put in on your body you didn’t spend a little more time on your mind and your heart. You’re a worthless bag of crap, and a bag of crap is still a bag of crap, regardless of how pretty the bag is.

Hear, hear Otto. On every point.

Ilsa_Lund, was that directed at me or booka?

I can’t speak for booka (and I can see where your joke might be funny), but I’m not a juicehead or even overly aggro. Inconsiderate people have gotten on my nerves and I’m blowing off some steam. Apparently, I’m taking a bit of flak for that as well.
Otto:

First, you might want to notice or remember that it was you who struck first with the flames. I responded to your shrillness bit by bit, and I’ll do so again.

“Exerpsychic?” No. Able to determine what an incline is and whether one is moving slowly? Sure. Going to make a stink about them getting off it and going where I want them to? Only on a message board. Their money is as good as mine at the gym, just as mine is as good as yours here.
Now, let’s get to the personal attacks. First, it’s not about whether or not you eat meat. The “Big Mac” was a metaphor for gluttony, glutton.

Wait, rewind that.

So it’s not us “sanctimonious chunks of human garbage,” after all. I had always suspected it wasn’t.

You have no idea what I’m like, asshole. You have no idea who I am or where I’m from or what I had to do to get to where I am. You have no clue about the struggles I’ve faced. You couldn’t begin to comprehend the obstacles I’ve overcome. For you to indict my mind or my heart based on my reaction to your posturing is laughable.

And, speaking of posturing,

That’s not how it would happen. You’ve **got ** to trust me on this one.

If you want someone to blame, Otto, you can blame anyone you like. But when the time comes to assign responsibility, the list of eligible recipients grows a whole lot shorter.

And I still don’t see where the fuss about “Scrappy hates fat people” is coming from.

I don’t hate fat people, or even single them out because of their weight.

I’ve singled out the slow, the sedentary, and the inconsiderate.

**Otto ** wanted to turn this into an insult-fest (notice who threw the first “asshole”) and unloaded his juvenile cannons. So I responded in kind. And the target he gave me was his girth. And what a big target it was.

If you wanted to debate me on the merits of my argument (or even state that my argument had no merit), you might have wanted to use my argument as your basis, not your own insecurities.

First Trunk, now HSHP, what is it about working out that makes people so goddamned angry? I feel good after working out, it gets the anger out, if you’re doing it right.

Look, meathead, IT’S NOT FOR YOU TO JUDGE HOW I WORK OUT or whether I’m “equally served.” It’s not for YOU to judge me or anyone else because YOU think we’re “slow, sedentary, [and] inconsiderate” for using equipment in a manner that doesn’t meet your superior specs. No one should have to ask permission of everybody else in the place to see if they “qualify” to use the treadmill. Worry about your own routine and leave us the hell alone.

How about here:

This refers to just you, right, and not anyone else who might have their own reasons for working out?

So you’re the big macho workout man. Congratulations. If it’s so goddamn important for you to use a treadmill for your He-Man cardio, BUY YOUR OWN. Then you won’t have us lazy Big-Mac-eating fatasses in your way.

<double checks to see it is the pit…>

Fuck off and die, scum.

I don’t do McDeath, nor Burgerpuke, and other than an occasional ice tea or diet soda while traveling, I don’t patronize them [detest fast food] and I gained weight strictly following the ADA food plan the nutritionist assigned me when I was diagnosed with diabetes. I gained a tad over 150 pounds in just under 3 years. Some people gain weight and are not gluttons. Some people also have contributing health problems [hm, damaged back, diabetic, untreated thyroid problem the Navy has constantly refused to deal with for better than 10 years…and I doubt that you particularly give a rats ass about anybodies health but yours.]

And some of us live in small apartments, or dont have the discretionary income to afford a treadmill, or a larger place to put one.

So fuckwad, whuy dont you stop whining and use your more than ample funds to buy your own gym equipment and leave us regular people alone.

FilmGeek: I’m not angry. Honestly. Snarky, maybe. OK, definitely. Angry, nope.

Scarlett67: where to begin?

First, did you bother to read all my post, or did you stop the instant you got your panties in a bunch?

“Meathead?” Go back and see where I told you exactly how UN-meathead I am.

And it IS for me to judge. Just as it’s for you to ignore me if you so choose or flame me if you so choose. It’s a message board. I can rant about people unlike me, just as you can (and are) ranting about people unlike you.

Nobody should and nobody does. You’re perfectly free to use the treadmill. In fact, gym rules protect and defend your right to use it. Just as message board rules protect and defend my right to snark about you misusing it.
Having gotten through that, let’s get to the part where you say that I did, indeed, reserve treadmills for my exclusive right. You went to great lengths to quote it, yet nowhere in there do I reserve anything for my own use, in fact, I go OUT OF MY WAY to make it a non-exclusive statement. And the only statement that I make is that I understand the frustration of others who have to wait.

How is it OK for you to say this, when you haven’t supported me when I said, essentially, “If it’s so important for you to use a treadmill to trundle along uselessly, BUY YOUR OWN. Then you won’t ruin the schedules of the actual workers.”

Answer that question, Scarlett. You’ll get a lot of cardio work weaselling out of this double-standard.

Hey, aruvquan

When in the hell did I say anything to you, you bandwagon-jumping idiot?
My comments were addressed to the admitted glutton.
As for you, I’m sorry that you’ve got diabetes and a bad back and whatever else has contributed to your state of affairs. But your story has nothing to do with my rejoinder to Otto’s unprompted flames.
But as for you, now. Please answer these questions. You obviously can, since you seem to have based your indictment of my character on those answers:

  1. How do you know what kind of health I am in?

  2. How do you know whether the place I live is big enough for a treadmill?

  3. How do you know that I could afford one even if my place could fit one?
    You’re assuming a lot of facts not in evidence, big guy.
    (and, as a funny aside, where do I even identify myself as a treadmill user?)

Oh, are you using this?

I’ll find another machine to use.

Have a great workout!

Well you don’t actually use the words “I use the treadmill” but you spent the first 20 lines or so of your OP griping about people using the damn things at a slower pace than you would like to so it’s a reasonable conclusion.

Anyhow, feel free to grouse about other people doing stupid shit in the gym, but when you come across as saying that people who aren’t working out at your level of exertion are just getting in your way and wasting precious resources and generally making your life hard, you better be prepared to get yourself lit up. Maybe that wasn’t your intention, and I agree with some of your other points, but that’s sure what it sounded like and thus you’re catching a ration of shit.

For my part when I was spending a lot of time in the gym I really did not care one damn bit how hard somebody was working out so long as they accorded me the same respect and use of the facilities as I did them. Everyone is in there excercising and I respect that, regardless of their level. Good on 'em. No matter who you are, there will ALWAYS be somebody stronger/in better shape than you, so don’t go making fun of folks who are less fit than you are.

Yeah, people who don’t wipe up after themselves or don’t rack their weights suck but frankly that’s just being inconsiderate and they usually change once somebody mentions it to 'em. The real ASSHOLES are people who make fun of others who are working hard ("…pantomiming a scientist taking seismic readings."). That kind of behavior ought to get somebody’s membership revoked.

Otto, smooches :wink:

–A Fellow Fat-ass

Huh.

If you’re in person anything like the ball of shit you present yourself to be in this thread, I don’t really want to know you. I have to deal with enough useless fucks in my life wihtout adding one more to the list.

And so I will leave you to your rage over people who dare to use exercise equipment in contravention of what you adjudicate to be appropriate, right after these parting thoughts.

And yet by gratuitously slamming me for daring to be fat, you make the same assumptions about me (“Of course, the money you spent on all those fucking Big Macs could have bought you your own treadmill”).

Finally, I hope you find yourself one day to be really really fat. Better yet, I hope you have a kid who gets really really fat and who comes home from school day after day in tears because of motherfuckers like you who make his or her life a living hell. And I hope should that ever happen you think back on how you behaved in this thread and you feel ashamed.

Fuck off, dirtbag.

  1. BRING A FUCKING TOWEL. Not a face towel. An actual towel, you put it in between you and the weights machines remember?

But hey, sometimes I walk, I can only run for 15 minutes. I’ve always been really unfit. Sometimes I hog the machine for too long I know, but if someone wanted to work in with me, that would be fine. And sometimes I don’t lift my weight properly… but I’m working on it! Really!

Whooeee. I just go, work out, mind my own business, and then leave.

Maybe I’m just at a less annoying gym than the rest of you guys.

:slight_smile:

Actually, I made no assumptions about you. I only slammed you for being a glutton after you admitted to being one. Go back and look, if you like.
Listen, I know you want to feel morally superior. It’s understandable. It’s not going to happen, but it’s understandable.

Which is it? Exactly who is fucking off here?
Go back and read, dipshit. I started my rant as understanding why a guy who wanted to work hard could get frustrated waiting behind someone who wasn’t working at all. And I defended that position, that frustration.

Then in you come, the knight in shining husky pants, here to defend the rights and worth of people I didn’t even slam. You want to call me an asshole? Fine. I’ll call you fat. They’re both equally juvenile and this is the Pit. But let’s get un-Pit-like for a moment and examine your rage and the problems behind it.

The problem is, you expect to hold the moral high ground because you’ve created a persecuted class and put yourself in it. You aren’t in it, Otto.

People with thyroid conditions, overactive pitutaries, diabetes, crippling injuries- these people are in it and don’t deserve what happened to them.

You have said yourself that it was your own lack of discipline that made you fat and you laid the blame squarely on the people who fed you and the people who made fun of you for keeping you that way.

But then, right below that, you cop to your own responsibility in the matter. You’re admitting gluttony- you’re admitting that the weight gain was something over which you had control. You’re not in that protected class of which you so desperately want to be a part. You’re on the outside, looking in.

One, that’s remarkably mature. Two, should any child I may have child ever be fat, I will either get him the treatment he needs or I will help him myself (or find someone who can if he’s uncomfortable with that). But I can assure you of these two things:

  1. If my child is fat, it won’t be because I shoveled crap into his mouth.

  2. If my child is fat, I’ll probably be too busy loving him unconditionally for it to even occur to me that some corpulent reactionary once got all bent out of shape on a message board.

I hope you stick to your promise to go away, Otto. All you’re really doing is pissing on an otherwise excellent list of peeves and trying just as hard to shoehorn your misplaced mommy issues into my rant as you would to squeeze yourself into off-the-rack pants (and with just as poor results).

I just want to point out that loving your child unconditionally is in conflict with hauling his butt to a nutritionist when he becomes too fat for you. If you do have a child and you want him to feel you do love him unconditionally, don’t make this mistake. My mother did that.

Wow - quite a hubbub, what with overweight people having their feelings hurt and all.

As for my earlier slightly OT rant, I’d like to summarize:

  1. I’m not a juicehead in any way. Just Gatorade, water, maybe some whey protein mixed with water. And beer later to offset the benefits of the workout.
  2. I’m never rude at the gym - on the contrary, I go out of my way to act nicely, and I always ask if someone would like to work in with me if it looks like I might be holding someone up.
  3. I wear enough clothes whilst lifting so that I don’t sweat all over a machine or bench. If I get up and see that I’ve left some sweat, I *might * quickly wipe it off with my sweatshirt, but that takes me about 1 second as I’m leaving the machine.
  4. I don’t go to the gym to socialize - in fact, I hate it when I run into someone that I know, because then I waste a bunch of time yakking and it takes me longer to get outa there.
  5. I very much like to see people with all levels of fitness/fat/muscle at the
    gym. If I see a fat person on a treadmill or at a weight machine, I think it’s great that they’re putting in the work to get healthier. I might smile at them.
  6. It pisses me off when people are fucking around on weight machines or benches and holding others up. Even if they’re not holding people up, it irritates me. Go fuck around somewhere else.
  7. I encourage women to put on their makeup and do their hair when naked. If you get flack in the women’s locker room over this, then I urge you to relocate to a more understanding, compassionate, and welcoming environment - the men’s locker room. For example, do you know that we are always playing Oprah re-runs in the men’s locker room?
  8. For reasons that I most eloquently enumerated earlier, I never go out of my way to wipe down machines or benches with fuckin’ disinfectant spray, and I don’t care who likes it or not.

How do you know that what you perceive as not “working at all” isn’t actually hard work for some people?

How do you know by looking at someone walking slowly on a treadmill what their condition is? For all you know, the person who is pissing you off might have an injury and perhaps that’s all they can do right now.

You can’t possibly know, so stop judging people you know nothing about and wait your turn without being a prick.