If the gym is crowded and you see the squat rack open up, even for just a moment
run for it.
Thinking they were hot shit with their Beats by Dr. Dre and hogging the same bench for +30 minutes at a time and their prepubescent mustaches and their boyish frames. I also had the misfortune of eavesdropping on one of their conversations while two of them were “curling” next to me.
“Do we have any homework?”
“Just that religion project for Ms. Such-and-such”
“What do you think you’re gonna do for it?”
“I don’t know man, I’m just ready for this year to be over. Did you hear back from any colleges yet?”
And then it dawned on me. These weren’t children.
They were high school seniors.
This is why we can’t have nice things.
Still nowhere close to the 235 I was hitting last summer, but I’m getting there. I probably could’ve gone for more if I’d eaten a bigger breakfast. It didn’t feel like a newfound strength though, it felt more like it’s still there and I just have to reawaken it.
I was looking forward to start working out again tonight, but i just got back and Jesus Christ, that was terrible. That was the most crowded gym I’ve ever seen in my life, and that’s saying something. The weights were all rubber coated (I prefer exposed metal) and had five handholds arranged pentagonally, so holding them were really awkward. I also got asked “how many more sets do you have?” Like 5 times in 30 minutes. I don’t know if it was just because its a Monday night or what. I’ll give it one more shot.
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