- Random guys who just start talking to you about work outs and stuff... I'm there by myself, I'd like to keep it that way.
I hate rude pricks who act like they are Mr T and take it all a bit too seriously.
It isn't a social club, I agree, but nothing wrong with saying g'day to the regulars - comes in handy for a spot. I have picked up some fantastic tips from those "random guys" too.
Unless you are Mr Universe, it never hurts to swap notes. If you don't want to be bothered, I suggest getting some outrageous piercings. Or wearing lycra.
I hate:
Guys who don't put weights away, or put them in the wrong spot, make me want to smack them. It isn't hard and it is just so bloody rude.
Also people who use the power rack when they very obviously don't need to - such as for doing bicep curls (2.5kg on the bar, feel the pain!!) or squatting just the bar for longer than just a warmup session.
And dudes in singlets with horrible, horrible tatts that should be covered up or removed with lasers. And muscle shirts, on anyone. And lycra on dudes. And people with trainers they have literally worn holes in. Buy some new shoes you cheap bastards.
And really fat people who take it way too easy. Good on them for actually making it through the door, but if you are going to the gym, you should be rooted by the time you walk out. If you want a leisurely walk, do it outside.
Also, at my gym there are this massive fat dude, and this sinewey cut dude, who both sit (or worse yet, stand with one foot on the bench) naked in the change rooms for far, far too long. FFS it is a change room, not a nudist colony.
And cut bastards. How I hate you and your working metabolisms.
