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supersizeme
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I go to a gym that has what I believe to be the highest tool to member ratio in the country. It's a Ballys in the rich suburbanite mecca of the D/FW metroplex. You've seen me post about the Gym Terminator and his hyper-red shoes, the guy who sticks his ass out on all exercises, the hairy Italian who practices karate in between sets, etc. Today I saw something that trumped all of them.
I had just finished doing shoulders and had started out triceps, more specifically weighted dips. The dip station is catty-corner to the hammer strength low row - maybe 5 feet away from it. I'm sitting there preparing for my first set, adjusting the belt and making sure the chain is securely attached to the Volkswagon Bug parked below me(the engine was removed so you don't think I'm bullshitting here).
I see this guy who is in there fairly regularly roll over to the hammer strength low row. He's a pasty white guy - not big but not small - probably 5'8" 180. He's never without his black doo-rag, sunglasses, white t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up and black shorts. Yeah, he's sunglasses in the gym guy. I had never really paid much attention to him other than thinking, "sunglasses...sweet." So he starts his set on the machine. There's two plates and a dime loaded on each side. After every single rep he starts emitting these martial arts grunts, and they're fucking LOUD. Like when Danielson rolled into the Kobra Kai dojo with Miyagi to talk to Master John Creese about maybe leaving Danielson the fuck alone and Johnny takes over the drills while Creese discusses the matter. The AYEEE grunt during their punches is what I'm talking about here. Ok so remember, 45 plates and a dime on each side and we've got grunts of this caliber. He does a total of four reps and then jumps up from the machine. He then steps back and puts his hands up in a praying motion like he's about to do goddam kata or some shit. Then, as if anyone watching wasn't completely sure he was a tool, HE KICKS THE PAD that you use to support your chest and walked off. I just about fell off the dip station at this point. I looked over at him and was just like, "Fucking sweet. You are it."
I had just finished doing shoulders and had started out triceps, more specifically weighted dips. The dip station is catty-corner to the hammer strength low row - maybe 5 feet away from it. I'm sitting there preparing for my first set, adjusting the belt and making sure the chain is securely attached to the Volkswagon Bug parked below me(the engine was removed so you don't think I'm bullshitting here).
I see this guy who is in there fairly regularly roll over to the hammer strength low row. He's a pasty white guy - not big but not small - probably 5'8" 180. He's never without his black doo-rag, sunglasses, white t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up and black shorts. Yeah, he's sunglasses in the gym guy. I had never really paid much attention to him other than thinking, "sunglasses...sweet." So he starts his set on the machine. There's two plates and a dime loaded on each side. After every single rep he starts emitting these martial arts grunts, and they're fucking LOUD. Like when Danielson rolled into the Kobra Kai dojo with Miyagi to talk to Master John Creese about maybe leaving Danielson the fuck alone and Johnny takes over the drills while Creese discusses the matter. The AYEEE grunt during their punches is what I'm talking about here. Ok so remember, 45 plates and a dime on each side and we've got grunts of this caliber. He does a total of four reps and then jumps up from the machine. He then steps back and puts his hands up in a praying motion like he's about to do goddam kata or some shit. Then, as if anyone watching wasn't completely sure he was a tool, HE KICKS THE PAD that you use to support your chest and walked off. I just about fell off the dip station at this point. I looked over at him and was just like, "Fucking sweet. You are it."
