Rant: Weightroom Etiquette

[Fat_Bulldog]

My girlfriend works out with free weights and has for years. I wonder if she grunts when she lifts. I think I'll ask her.

Yeah. Make her grunt for you.

[Freed Roger]

My girlfriend works out with free weights and has for years. I wonder if she grunts when she lifts. I think I'll ask her.

Yeah. Make her grunt for you.

Grow up.

/wish Omaha_red was around to take care of that little order of business.

[cards2468]

I grew up around gyms. My mom has run many of them and is a certified personal trainer. I'm very well aware of proper etiquettes, and I follow them and am sick of those who do not.

I approve of this rant.

I'm sick of muscle heads who only work out the "sexy" muscles and must do so around each other in front of the mirror. They just love looking at themselves. Some of us have a few routines to do that require the use of some free weights and checking our form in front of the mirror. You can go do your curls all day long somewhere else.

And I hate how people will spend the entire [expletive] time benching. They'll do an incredible amount of weight for only a few reps, then hang around for like 15 minutes, then do another couple reps, and repeat. I only need the damn thing for 15 minutes, go do something else.

My only vice at the gym is on the 45 deg leg press. I steal weights from other spots so that I can get as many 45 lbs plates on as possible, which turns out to be about 1000 lbs. I'll still do three sets of my usual 12-10-8 rep pattern... BUT I STILL PUT AWAY THE DAMN WEIGHTS WHEN I'M DONE!

[cardinalkarp]

I've worked out in gyms for the past 15 years and agree with this rant. It finally pissed me off enough that I purchased a decent set of dumbbells (up to 90lbs, a nice bench that adjusts to do most exercises, a pullup bar, and a few cardio machines. I now have the benefit of working out in my basement.

[Cronos]

I've worked out in gyms for the past 15 years and agree with this rant. It finally pissed me off enough that I purchased a decent set of dumbbells (up to 90lbs, a nice bench that adjusts to do most exercises, a pullup bar, and a few cardio machines. I now have the benefit of working out in my basement.

Yeah I bit the bullet and just got my own set of weights and a bench, for these reasons and because there just isn't an affordable gym anywhere near where I live. Now I can work out on my weird schedule and I don't have to worry about annoying gym-types.

[Freed Roger]

Like most people, when I'm working out, realizing the decline of my body can make me a bit cranky. Yet with the Ipod playing I can tune out most douchery and try to get a modified circuit and weight workout done in an hour, then get the [expletive] out of there.

I ain't anal about my workout, and can vary how much I rest, and skip around quite a bit -but not with this particular hag of a lady that always seems to turn up like a bad penny.

She manages to monopolize about 2-3 machines for extreme amounts of time and voices displeasure if you unknowingly rip off a set during one of her breaks. Making it worse is she's heinous and the excercises she crafts for the machines are bizarre and too annoying to ignore... I wish she'd get one of these to work out and stay home

[SHOW]

device from Burn after Reading

Nows a good chance to re-post the great SNL skit Whatcha Bench

[slide_into_first]

I'm surprised no one has mentioned the drama queen douche nozzles who yell out and drop their weights on the floor.
EDIT-fat bulldog did mention it. But dropping the weights is ignorant.
Also the dick cheese burgers who try to keep you from adjusting the bench height/angle they or their friends like.

Related- scum bags who litter up the exercise bike water slots with gum wrappers or kleenex and don't throw their trash away.

[go birds]

I also approve of this thread.

It also reminds me of this one dumbass meathead who used to come into my gym, throw his and the gym's weight around and boss everyone around like he owned the joint. As far as i know, he didn't.

Anyway, his bald-bull lookin ass would stroll in, usually around the busiest time of the day, and spread his various weightlifting gear (read: sh!t) all around the gym, as if to mark his territory, which happened to be just about every weight bench and various other machines. So, once he came in, half the gym was off-limits basically.

This guy is [expletive] huge so no one messes with him, plus he looks like [expletive] Bald Bull, so he went about his business everyday as he pleased.

Well, i have a pretty short temper and i hate having to wait on [expletive]. I'm pretty impatient.

I walk over to him and point to a bench... the universal "you using this weight bench? if so, mind if i work in?" sign.

He looks at me, my pointer finger, then the bench and barks out "Mine".

So i'm like "but i thought you were using that bench, and that bench, and that machine over there."

He detects my sarcasm but tries to brush me off.

So again i point to the bench, cause i aint giving up this fight.

"I'm USING IT"

I say to myself, "[expletive] it". This gym needs a superhero and i gotta be that guy.

I ask again, as i'm pushin his [expletive] aside. Boy i've never seen someone's face get that shade of red before, it was almost purple! And just as i close my eyes and wait take the beating of my life, he rushes over and jerks his stuff away all in a huff.

I thought for sure i was dead meat, but i wasn't. I had bestest Bald Bull.

The end.


J/k that's not the end. The best part is yet to come.

As he is throwing his [expletive] around, all in a huff, he rips out the cord to blackberry.... and guess what happened to be playing at the time...


None other than Katy Perry's "I Kissed A Girl."

The whole side of the gym erupted in laughter as this dumbass tucked tail and ran away.

I haven't seen him since.

[cardinalkarp]

Karma sure was a [expletive] for that guy.

[Radio_Bugtussle]

I also approve of this rant.

If the plates are too heavy to take off the bar/machine when you're done, they're too heavy for you to be using.

I avoid unwanted conversation with ear buds and a radio or I-pod. Ear buds with the cord tucked down into your shirt has the same effect.

When I'm done and put on the sweatshirt, I'm ready to talk.