Gymboree

This post isn't going to be all about me. No, this is about all the other denizens of the gym. Working out indoors in a gym can get pretty boring. All the TV sets on the wall are tuned into ESPN Sports Center. The view out the window is of Wal-Mart and the interstate highway. So for entertainment, I turn to people-watching.

The most noticable of all is "Hefty Bag guy". He always wears a garment that appears to have been fashioned from a trash bag. It is unclear whether he thinks he can sweat off fat this way, or is just making a really poor fashion choice.

Then there are the guys who try to lift more weight than they are really capable of, and compensate by grunting in a loud, obnoxious manner. Or they try to compensate by using poor form; jerking the weights and leaning backwards instead of isolating the muscles they're trying to train.

Other bits of entertainment: loud cell phone conversations; visible boxer shorts on guys; guys who come in pairs and monopolize one weight machine for extended periods of time while they trade-off doing sets; guys not re-racking heavy weights, MP3 players turned up so loud you can hear them 3 treadmills away.

Of course, I am the epitome of gym etiquette, decorum, and good fashion sense. Except for when I put on apparently clean clothes at home, drive 5 minutes, and realize half way through my work-out that my shirt has a nasty spot on it, my sweat pants have cat hair stuck to them, and I feel a sneezing fit coming on. Someone is probably blogging about that right now.