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Oh Yeah, That’s Why Going to the Gym Sucks

I’ve been going to gyms off and on for 30+ years, and there are a few things that bother me about them. It’s a gym folks, it’s not that hard to figure out.

  • No seriously, you don’t need to drop the dumbbells. You just lifted them, we saw you, you don’t need to drop them on the floor. (if you know how dumbbells work, they can actually help you stand up from the bench just by tilting them)
  • No seriously, you don’t need to clang the dumbbells together on every rep. We get it, you are doing a set, we can see it. (the repeated clanging is chipping the chrome at the end of the weight which is flecking off and falling into our eyes. - control the weight)
  • Wipe the equipment down, your skin diseases are not a gift.
  • No seriously, you go to a gym, we can tell from your stinky-ass gym clothes that you enjoy your body odor. Wash your fucking clothes (and take a god damn bath). *it’s not even the jocks that are guilty of this, it’s the nerds!
  • No seriously, you’ve been sitting in a cube for 8 hours, of course you need to wear special workout underwear, and of course it takes you 10 minutes of walking around naked in the locker room before you can even put them on. *and yes I understand that it is a locker room, but really it’s not that hard to put your play clothes on & workout.
  • A gym towel hanging from gym equipment does NOT grant you infinite squatters rights to that equipment. Work out, then go the fuck home. I’m not waiting on you to make your grand return to the equipment you abandoned.
  • If I know you, I will say “Hello” maybe a smattering of small talk, then I’m going away. Don’t take the opportunity to be a dick, or glom-on. I am only engaging you as per the dictates of social normalcy. If we were real friends, I would already have your cell number/FB/twitter. You didn’t make the cut, but I’m not going to be socially awkward around you.

In summation, treat weights like you do a woman firm but gentle, perform hygiene on yourself and the equipment, the locker room is a place you put on your play clothes it’s not a greek bath house, a towel is not a land grant, practice societal norms be polite & brief.

Love Always,

S.A.P.

paulftompkins:

Credit where credit is due, everybody! ALWAYS! - Paul

liezlwashere:

Today, a couple people in the photo tipped me off to this article in Time Out Los Angeles.

It credits my photo to some guy named Sam Webb. Looks like Sam decided to screen cap my photos without attribution to pad his own article.

Thanks to Google search, Time Out used the same photo for their article, and deciding to be courteous, cited him as the photographer.

Time Out and the website hosting Webb’s article have since fixed their credits, but this is a good reason to acknowledge your photographers and sources of information.

Without doing this, it just turns into a big pool of wrong information. 

Or there comes a day when you discover that you took a picture of your daughter, and it ends up on the cover of a book in Turkey:

The book:

http://www.simurg.com.tr/tr-tr/urun/ani-hatirat/115290/yuregimdeki-resimler-ogretmen-hatiralari.aspx

The original:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/porkfork/47574673/

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