Tales 3

Tales of one with time: Entry No. 3

Today as I was at the gym,  I was just looking around during one of my break periods when I noticed the variety of different people that go and all the reasons they are there apparently for and I remembered 2 of my personal favorite "Internet content providers" (calling them that because they do different things, but they express their opinion as do I) and remembered the article/video they made on their take on the subject   and decided to make my own, so let's jump to it:

Firstly, there's "the scrawny little kids" that think their cool because they train with some handegg team (I call it handegg because I believe football should be used only to describe soccer as do all non americans), they plague the gym because they use everything up, do everything wrong and they usually have a really loud coach that teaches them little of use, everyone there hate's them, but it's a local gym that has a deal with the team because they cool really use the extra money, so we all just have to take it with gritted teeth, they suck.

On we move to the "new guy", these are divided into 2 categories:

• "I came with a friend who used to come": I once was one of these, the first few times I came, but then my friend got lazy and became a machine in other things, but that is a story for another time, this guy isn't that bad, his friend usually teaches him how stuff should be done, but really you don't know what the hell is going on when you're this guy, you just follow, the only real problem with them is that they take long as hell, especially when in groups and then they tend to not even work out because there's allways one guy who is really lazy and just distracts the rest to aviod doing any excercise.
• "I don't know what the hell I'm doing but I won't ask a trainer for help": These guys get a chuckle out of me every know-and-then, they just go onto all the machines, lift weights in weird ways and leave, sometimes they ask someone how something is used done, or what you recomend they do. sometimes they even follow you around and just wait for you to finish with things and then attempt to do the same.

We also find the "old timers", these guys are the tipical one to say "in my days everything was better and we knew how to work out", you see them doing their thing and wheezing, gasping for air and having trouble breathing but still they try because they once could and it's impossible that us, the new generations that can do nothing right be able to do things they cant, I swear I once saw one have a small heart attack and play it off as some kind of calesthenics.

There's also the "one's like me" who are affraid to be fat and consistently go there everyday, we think we're better than everyone, think everything we do is perfect and that we know the perfect rutines... of course this is all crap, but we like to believe, really what we do isn't that bad but we're not as cool as we think... maybe.

Another group of people we can mention are "the ladies" whom can be described in the next poem, one that I wrote specially for this: hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot... except the fat ones, no fat chicks (not really, I like the big ladies too, there's more of them to love).

Finally, the last group of people I'm going to talk about now, the "trainers and meatheads"; These are guys that are incredibly "mamados" (slang in spanish to describe really strong people) you see them beggining and their first rep is with about 1 billion punds and they don't seem to have any problem with it and they just add another bunch of weight with every rep, you stare with amazement and they finish as if nothing had really happened, these are guys maybe in their 30's who've been going for 56 years to the gym.

All in all we can come to one conclusion: whatever group you are a part of, you oggle at the ladies with those eyes, those eyes so filled with lust and at the same time you stare the very same way that a small child looks when he walks into a toy store, so be the differences that we all have, that unites us all into one large community, that makes us all brothers and it's such a nice feeling to just be able to make a new friend.