Last night was legs day. I usually LOVE legs day, but I was still hungover from the night before, and was pretty crabby as it was.
Hubby got off late from work, so we were late in arriving to the gym, and there were more people there than we are used to.
We both do the same routine. Last night was 4 different exercises, 4 sets of each. 1 set of each, then start again, lather, rinse, repeat. Fair enough, right?
Let me draw the picture for you here - there are 2 leg presses at the angle I use for my routine (I'm on week 5 of ten!). One has 90 lbs permanently affixed to it, the other has 400lbs permanently affixed to it. (Both are plus truck). Pretty much everyone uses the 90 lbs one.
So the leg press is my last set of the round. I head towards the machine, and some guy is on it. Fair enough, the stretch rack is pretty close to it, I figure I'll stretch a bit and keep an eye out.
So the guy is there for a loooong time.. then drapes his towel over the cushion and walks off, leaving his gym bag right there. Ok fine, maybe he's getting water.
Nope. He went off to another machine.
I wait and wait.. he comes back, does another set, then does it again.
Comes back AGAIN, and this other guy is there, and they are apparently friends. So, guy #1 starts taking a couple weights off it, and they stand on either side of it just talking.
So a few minutes later, they sort of move off to the side of it, chatting, but leaving the one guy's towel on it. It's been like 20 minutes at this point, so I go over and ask "Are you using this?"
Guy #2 gives me a dirty look and says "YES.. I'm just talking first!".. and goes back to chatting. Whatever. He gets on a couple mins later, does his thing, and starts heading towards another machine. Sees me going for the leg press, informs me that he is "still using it", getting really snarky.
I must have looked incredulous, because then he got really condescending and said "You know, many people work in something calls "SETS".. " talking to me like I was completely retarded. I raised an eyebrow, then he says - oh my god - "Well, I GUESS I can take some weight off and let you work through while I go ___"
Ok seriously. Time to paint another picture here.
Both guys are middle aged. Guy 1 has a paunch, guy 2 is scrawny- but wearing a shirt with the sleeves cut right off. Both acting like they are SOMETHING... something other than middle aged losers. Neither is anything to look at, and they're carrying on like they're accomplished bodybuilders or something, right? Quite obvious that neither are all that experienced in there, but they're all acting big, puffing their chests out, hauling around their gym bag (??).. etc. And lifting light / tons of reps. AND not even getting to 90 degrees.
HE HAD 170 LBS ON THE LEG PRESS! OMFG! I just about died when he said that! "I CAN TAKE SOME WEIGHT OFF FOR YOU!" !?!?!
Seriously, wtf. I get that I'm fat, but I have really obvious quads. I mean, you can't miss them. I don't look like a weakling, and honestly - if I were his size, I'd assume a fat chick can lift more than me. What with carrying all that weight around all the time, and all.
I was so shocked, I couldn't even manage to out snark him. I should have just gone "Oh, that's fine, I'll just go over here and use this machine!" with the 400 lbs starting weight. (It wouldn't have fit in with what I was doing at the time, though)
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