Hmm...OK let's see.
The wanna be tough guys with those horrible tribal tattoos around
their arms. I don't have any problem with tattoos cause I have one
but those gay arm bands make me sick. You have to be a fucking
idiot to put something on your body for the rest of your life cause
it's trendy. We also have cholo's with the beanies and saggy
khaki's but they actually don't bother me much no glares or
mad dogging. The russians on the other hand annoy the hell
out of me. There's a big one who always gives me dirty looks
you know the type that see's someone coming up so they
see it as a threat cause they wanna be the biggest guy in
My attitude is no matter how big or strong you
are there's always gonna be somebody bigger and stronger
then you. If I see someone using more weight then me as
long it's in good form of course it just makes me wanna
work harder but then I'm not a insecure girl.
As said before the middle age guys who sit on the equipment
for 8-10 sets. On leg day there's always this 60 year old
man doing leg extensions wearing pants btw and he's
there for at least 30-40 minutes. I used to warm up with
some leg extensions before squats but cause of him I've
had to change things around. It really pissed me off the
first 3 or 4 weeks but I just said fuck it.
The two power racks in my gym have extra padding or
some shit inside so when you set the barbell down
it's flat on the floor but your standing about an inch or
so above it which I don't like with deadlifts so I do them
outside but as close as I can of course. For me I really
need to be able to see myself in the mirror when doing
bent over rows, squats,deadlifts,SLD's cause if I don't
alot of times I lose my balance. Anyways 3 times now I've
had a guy start doing chins while I'm sitting down after a set
which probably wouldn't bother me if the rack next to me
was being used it of course was not. There are also 3
different chining bars in the gym but why use those right?
Anyways, I got 5 plates a side and I need to watch my
form all of a sudden this gook jumps in front of me while
on my ninth rep I lose my balance as I'm coming up which
gives me a slight twinge. I'm now a little heated. I drop the
barbell Ronnie Coleman style and just stare at this dumb
zipper head. He of course has no idea what's going on
because they have the IQ of a chicken. I wanted my first
gook kill but I let it go.
There's more but I've rambled enough.