If someone’s paying for a membership, they’re paying to walk on the treadmill.
And if you can walk on a track, why acn’t you run on a track? No waiting.
I have a problem with preening, posturing, self-important muscle-fetishists who have a problem with how much or how little someone else works out. Fuck you. I’ll take a nap on the goddamn treadmill if I feel like it.
I bet the OP is one of those guys who tries to impress a chick by giving her every detail about his workout regime and diet.
ouryL
November 20, 2004, 7:08pm
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Inspired by this thread, but I didn’t want to cut into what is emerging as an excellent “You’re a homo- no, YOU’RE a homo” slugfest, so I’ll take this to my own thread.Trunk’s rant, I am going to go with him/her/it on the “What the fuck are you doing WALKING on the treadmill?”
If there’s a track in the gym, you are just as well served walking on that as you are on the treadmill. Any difference in resistance isn’t going to make that much of a difference, as you are not striking the surface with that much force.
People who run on treadmills are generally running there because it’s too cold outside or too dangerous where they live, or because of some other circumstance or combination of circumstances that make it impossible to get up to speed outdoors. Even running at a good clip on an indoor track is next-to-impossible because of the multitude of slower people. If you’re already moving slowly, it’s not too big a hassle to go around others movuing at a different degree of slowness. But someone who’s moving quickly and has to speed up/slow/down/change direction is getting an inconsistent workout becuase of this.
Treadmills are, for the most part, there for the use of people who need an isolated/secure space to get up to and maintain significant speed for a decent amount of time. So I understand someone’s frustration at wanting to get 45 minutes of hard cardio work in and being stuck behind the all-but-sedentary lump who’s moving at three strides per minute with his copy of “House and Garden.”
And yes, I am well aware of the fact that your money is as good as mine and your fee entitles you to use whatever equipment you like, same as me. But the common-sense knowledge that you are wasting limited resources and copping a 'tude about it entitle me to disrespect you.
You: early-teen boy doing one rep of everything and leaving the weights all over the place: buy a book or a workout plan and do it. Or ask for help. Or leave. But for the love of God, pick up after yourself.
If you’re a girl and complaining about all the ogling going on, wear workout-appropriate garb and not a $200.00 baby-tee and designer shorts with the waistband rolled up so the bottom of your ass hangs out. Or stop complaining.
If you’re a recently-divorced and significantly-overweight woman, wear workout-appropriate garb and not a $200.00 baby-tee and designer shorts with the waistband rolled up so the bottom of your ass hangs out. PLEASE.
Walking in the gym door does not burn 2000 calories. You actually have to work. So if all you do is show up at the gym after dropping the kids at school, drink your Dunkin’ Donuts coffee and gab with the other three who just did the same, don’t wonder why you’re still fat after six months of this.
4a. Walking in the gym door does not make you huge either. You actually have to lift stuff. If you’re from peeve #1 , don’t quit after three months because you’re still a twig. Buy a book or a workout plan or ask for help.
Hey, idiots in front of the water fountain- don’t give me a dirty look if I brush against you while on my way past your little gossip group. One, I’m coming from the squat cage and therefore I don’t have complete control over my legs (I’m doing work, remember?). Two, you’re standing right underneath the sign that says not to stand there. And the sign is there so that people like me aren’t impeded by people like you. That’s right, kids, ME impeded by YOU. Not the other way around.
The mirrors are there so that those of us who are working can make sure we’re isolating the muscles we want to isolate and not accidentally throwing out our backs or unevenly distributing the weight or doing other things that can hurt us, not for vanity. So yes, you are getting a dirty look for walking in between me and the mirror, but no, it’s not because my admiration of my hugeness was interrupted. And I purposefully and politely left enough space BEHIND me to allow free flow of traffic. Use that.
6a. I know you’re working on your body, and I am even willing to assume that you’re huge/cut/stacked/ripped/whatever enough to compete. That’s why there’s a separate room for practicing poses, complete with mirrors, diagrams and enough pictures of past Mr. Olympias to get you started. So practice in there. Any girl who would be impressed by what you’re doing in the middle of the workout floor will likely be at Fatso Fogarty’s on Thursday night. So go practice in the pose room and save the showmanship aspect for then.
6c. Dude, I know you’re impressing the hell out of yourself with those 115-pound “reverse-curls” you’re doing. But… do you ever stop to wonder why it’s your BACK that hurts like hell afterward? Drop the weight, do 'em right, and you’ll get much bigger arms than you think you have right now.
All you get from sit-ups are rock-hard abs UNDERNEATH that beer gut. Food-management and cardio, genius. Look into them.
No air drying allowed. Towels are not scarfs. Tie them around your waste.
I have a problem with preening, posturing, self-important muscle-fetishists who have a problem with how much or how little someone else works out. Fuck you. I’ll take a nap on the goddamn treadmill if I feel like it.
Yeah, tell that to the gym employee that comes and kicks you off, and likely out of the gym. Most self respecting businesses aren’t going to let some yokel sleep on the treadmills. I know, unless you are a complete idiot, you are using hyperbole, just in case you aren’t though…
overlyverbose:
Fuck, I hate that!!! It happens to me all the time on the treadmills. There was this one woman who I always thought of as my “gym nemesis.” Why, you may ask? Because every time we were there at the same time, just like clockwork, she’d hop onto the treadmill next to me, despite the availability of a dozen other machines, glance at my read out, then set her treadmill at .1 mile faster than I was running, even though her feet were slamming really loud on the treadmill belt, and she had to hold on to the bars for dear life not to fall off. I don’t really run that fast, but for fuck’s sake - the treadmill is not the place for a contest.
Good grief. I think if that happened to me, I’d give a single icy look, then go to another treadmill as far from her as possible.
Or perhaps a cold “do you mind”? Come on, for whatever reason they’re doing it, a person like that has to know what they’re doing and why. They may not, as hard to believe as it is, know that it’s annoying to others.
CanvasShoes:
Good grief. I think if that happened to me, I’d give a single icy look, then go to another treadmill as far from her as possible.
Or perhaps a cold “do you mind”? Come on, for whatever reason they’re doing it, a person like that has to know what they’re doing and why. They may not, as hard to believe as it is, know that it’s annoying to others.
Yeah, I’ve given her a few cold looks before, but she was flailing around so much she didn’t notice. I hadn’t really thought about saying something - I think I will next time she does that.
Maybe she’s just trying to pace me or something. I often run with people that run faster than I do because it pushes me that much harder and improves my time, but I usually tell them first, and it’s usually not on a treadmill.
Maybe next time I’ll just stop in the middle of my run, lean over and look really conspicuously at her readout, and yell, “Good God, that’s the best you can do?!?” I wouldn’t make any friends doing it, but it’d feel good, at least until she punched me.
overlyverbose:
Maybe next time I’ll just stop in the middle of my run, lean over and look really conspicuously at her readout, and yell, “Good God, that’s the best you can do?!?” I wouldn’t make any friends doing it, but it’d feel good, at least until she punched me.
DAMNIT, you almost made me pee my pants, saving that til the last like you did.
Hehe, I work in a gym (new job in addition to my others :D), I’ll have to pay attention to the readout peekers when I go back in.
