Gym Stories

Hey all, I have a couple of heat related stories for you, and at the end the moral to the stories.  I know you hate stories with morals - just shut up and read.  They are short and I will use small words :)

Drip Dry:
I have a client with whom I work out on chest and back days.  I occasionally train with my clients to let them see what it is like to roll with the big dogs (that is a joke).  His name is Scot and his testimonial is down and to the right.  He tends to bitch a lot, but he puts in 100% every time (well, maybe 98%) and he has the results to prove it.  Anyway, this time of year my gym is very hot.  It is an old building and the air conditioner blows (and not in a good way), so it can get fairly brutal in there.  That does not stop us from training, of course.  So as the workout went on we were both sweating buckets.  It was his turn on the bench press, so I got in position to spot him.  He was putting up 225 lbs for about 10 reps that day, and on about rep 8 it happened.  A giant drip of sweat fell from my face and nailed him in his.  To his credit he finished the set, then rapidly grabbed his towel and scrubbed his face like he had been dowsed with toxic waste.  A flurry of expletives was heard emanating from under the towel.  He was not mad at me though, just grossed out.  I apologized profusely as he shook it off and we continued with our training.

 

Smell Ya, Shouldn't Have To Tell Ya

There are several unpleasant duties involved in being a gym owner.  One such task that comes up from time to time is having to tell a member he smells like rotting feet.  There was one particular member who we will call James.  He came in every night, and every night I would get complaints from other members.  He always wore the same sweat shirt, same shorts, same everything.  I had one of the gym employees talk to him in an effort to gently let him know there was a problem.  James must have thought the employee was kidding, because the next night when he walked in I swear, the paint was peeling off the walls.  I pulled him aside (outside actually so I could breathe without gagging) to have a talk.  I let him know that his odor was an issue, and he needed to take care of it immediately.  James began to inform me I must be mistaken, and he asked me to smell various clothing items to determine the offending item.  I declined- stinky fool.  I told him my responsibilities as owner only went so far, and he would have to figure that out on his own.  He apparently got the message, and that was the last time I smelled James. 

 

Moral of the Stories: 

In a gym you are expected to sweat.  As a matter of fact, if you are not sweating you are probably not working hard enough.  But be responsible and towel off both yourself and any equipment you are using.  DO NOT drip on your training partner- that's just bad.  Sweating is one thing- smelling like monkey butt is another.  There is a whole isle in the supermarket dedicated to not stinking, so there is really no excuse.  If need be, give yourself a quick oil change in the locker room before hitting the weight floor.  And by that I mean wash with soap, not just cover it up with cologne or something- I mean come on.