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Anonymous
A friend of mine and I were attending a gym about a year back. A few weeks into it he asked if it was cool if he brought a friend of his along, too. Let's call him Fred. I tend to draw the line at three people or it just takes too damn long to finish sets, so I stressed only bring one for that reason.
So on the first day where it was my friends turn to drive us there, I meet Fred. He's sitting in the back seat, gave him a greeting, friendly enough guy, is interested in similar stuff to what we do there. So it's all good. A welcomed training partner. But when we arrive, my friend pulls up, we all get out and... well, holy shit. Fred is actually about 5' tall, give or take a few inches. I shit you not. Now let me emphasise this: I am not a big guy. I'm only 5'9" myself. I had no problem with the guy training with us, as I believe physical fitness is for everyone and not just the 250lb father-was-a-football-player-who-married-an-olympic-gymnast elite you'll find giving you snide looks as they rub shoulders with their equally large buddies. He notices my (admittedly obvious) surprise, and like any good humoured guy would, brings it out into the open and says "he's heard it all before". And I think, "you know what? This guy's awesome. Obviously down to earth, plus knows his shit about training. It'll go fine. I'm sure everyone here'll be mature enough not to stare or snigger. This is a gym, not a school playground."
Was I right, /fit/? Can you guess yet? Of course I fucking wasn't. We get about two thirds of our way through the session with the constant giggling and muttering of a variety of dipshits in nearly every room thus far, until finally one of them plucks up the courage to point it out and make a big funny amongst his friends, intentionally within earshot of the three of us. Fred ignores them and carries on with his set, and luckily nothing comes of it. We all retained our memberships, but I didn't see Fred after that session.
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