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The gym is a great place to go to get in shape. It is however, not the only place, and I think some people will never figure that out. I go to the gym 3-5 times a week to lift weights and occasionally use the cardio machines. I always go with my buddy Todd, unless he makes an excuse and runs out on me (which unfortunately happens a lot). But we generally have a good time. We have set routines, jokes, and it is a very worthwhile workout.
But the things we've seen there are pretty funny. You can pick out the pretenders. When a kid shows up with his friend with socks up to his knees, about as bony as a skeleton, and proceeds to the largest dumbbells on the bench, I can't help but chuckle. And then there are the pretty boys. They show up with their designer shorts and t-shirts, roll up the sleeves and just stare at their arms as they do curls. The narcissism is very entertaining to watch. The real gym goers stick with scrubby clothes, and beat the sh*t out of their bodies with the weights. That is Todd and my game. And, a gym visit of course wouldn't be complete without some ridiculously inappropriate comment about sweat, someone's mom, or homosexuality.
Some of the most memorable moments about the gym generally involve breaking something. My brother and Todd have both smashed their cell phones with me. My brother did it when he put his cell phone next to the bench, did a couple sets, then dropped the weights. The weights then bounced onto his phone, rendering the screen inoperable. The funny part was, he talked about it before he did it, and tried to put his phone far enough away from the blast zone. The problem was that we were doing incline, so the weights bounced more than if we had been doing reps with a flat bench. Todd crushed his phone when we were throwing boulders in my front yard for a St. Patrick's Day party. And, one time when Todd and I were at the gym we saw a kid slam down the dumbbells from an incline bench and shatter the mirror in front of him. I'm glad I've been around to share these retarded moments.
But getting back to pretenders. My advice is to either learn how to work out right, or go running or play tennis. The gym is for real deal workouts.