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itt, experiences at the gym (to us or to others) Anonymous
About two weeks ago, I was on the elliptical with a buddy. Got it at level 15 resistence, and worked up to 150 RPM average, and went up to 200 RPM at some point. I don't remember how many calories per hour it said, but it was always above 2000... Anyway, about 40 minutes in, I think I black out, but I'm still going at the same speed. I don't remember it, but that Gwen Stefani song came out, and according to my friend, I was screaming the annoying wails the nigger does through out the song. The people in the front desk always have a little smirk when I come in now, but oh well. Was probably funny while it was happening.
>> Anonymous
Not my story, but a friend's. He was lifting weights at a university gym for a few months. One day he was on the bench press machine, getting all red faced and pushing himself as he is known to do. Apparently he blacked out and smacked his head on one the machine. When he came to they took him to the med center where he got seven stitches in his scalp. He emailed me a photo that afternoon to brag. When I got back to school the next day, I gathered some of our friends to check out the bloodstain on the mat. We named it Justin after him and it stayed there for at least the next 3 years while we were there.
>> Anonymous
I started going to the gym a few weeks ago and having been doing mostly cardio as I've been wanting to drop about twenty pounds for too long now. So, whenever I go to the gym, I do about 30-35 minutes (about 450-500 calories-worth) on the elliptical. While I've never been a fan of anything athletic or fit-related until now, I did martial arts for twelve years and stopped when I came to university because no one else does my martial art in a school of 10,000, a city of 500,000, and a greater Metro area of 5.3 million. Anyway, I'm three years rusty on my martial arts, and will deliberately workout right around the opening or closing times of the gym so I can take over an all-purpose room for my practice. I bring different pants better suited to the two workouts and change in between. I go down to the men's locker room to grab a stall and change. The first time I did this (and the first time I had ever been in a non-high school gym locker room), I don't get but five steps in the locker room, and a guy walks out from around the corner with ZOMG NAKED PENIS SURPRISE! D:
To make the story short (too late, lol), for my first time in a locker room, I learned the hard way that men leave ALL their inhibitions at the door. Oy.
>> Anonymous
I was at my school's gym going about my workout, and this chinese dude who's kind of strange (talking to himself in chinese and shit) walks in. He takes a 20 lbs barbell, and starts doing this freaky-ass lame-looking kung-fu shit. Slowly and akwardly spinning the barbell around with one arm and lunging around the room with it. It was fucking weird, I facepalmed out of shame for him.
>> Anonymous
This thread is chock full of the same person
>> Anonymous
>>114046
When I used to play tennis competively my freshman/sophomore year in high school I was a member of an athletic club (which essentially had a mid-sized gym aimed toward middle-aged to older clientèle, two pools, and 8 or so tennis courts), and when ever my friends and I would go into the locker room to change into our swimming-suits after finishing tennis conditioning/practice, we would, almost without fail, run into the same old guy (mid-70s?) who would be moseying around the locker room just flat-out naked; I mean, we could see his white pubes engulfing his shrunken penis head. After awhile we learned to love him (platonically).
>> Anonymous
>>114046

>>114068


you fags got nothin on my locker room.

One of the janitors at my school is some mentally retarded short dude with some weird as shit physical problems. He works out, sweats like a pig, comes out naked from the showers: naked, short, obese, and, best of all, with his back covered in a huge ammount of painful looking boils. And I mean fucking boils everywhere: on every inch of the guy's back. Like fucking lizard skin or some shit. It's horrible.
>> Anonymous
Just came off of the rowing machine, an old man got onto it who had one leg and one eye, the other was patched over, and a massive beard. Then a really hot blond woman came in and just bellowed at him while he was doing it, then after he stopped she was quiet, he got on his crutches and went away and she went in the opposite direction.
>> Anonymous
well i was iniating my buddy to my gym. i taught him the bench press, 150lbs. he asks me what to do if he gets stuck on the bottom. i told him to throw it away from you as far as you can. ok so he starts doing the bench press and like he's on the 11th rep he is stuck in the middle, slowly going down. i yell at him to throw it away, and he does so. it was the most motherfucking metal noises and plates flying you ever heard. we lawded.
>> Anonymous
I almost blacked out in the elliptical machine from over doing it. I used to go with my cousin to the gym, and he always said how slow I was going, after this I never went to the gym with him.

worst feeling ever, nauceaus, dizziness, blacking out, dry throat. luckily it never fully kicked in, I just sat there and felt how I slowly came back into my full self.
>> Anonymous
Not at the gym but at my dojo. I was grading for my next belt, and we were in the fitness routines. Our instructer tells us to do 150 squats so we get going. At around the 120th she starts yelling at me to go lower so I'm like FUCK and bend down as far as I can go. Low and behold, a loud ass ripping noise fills the dojo and I can just feel the threads of my pants tearing apart. I've been mocked about that day for quite a while now, and ever so often, it comes back to haunt me.
>> Anonymous
>>115188
O yeah luckily I had an extra pair of pants and managed to finish the grading =)
>> Anonymous
One time some fat chick was running on the treadmill beside me, and I loled, because I purposely avoided that treadmill because there was a big spider lurking in the cup holder. How it got there, I have no clue, because my gym's pretty damn high class, but that's irrelevant. So anyways, fatty jumps on the treadmill and i'm watching the cup holder and her eyes simultaneously, and only about sex minutes into her run she screams at the site of the eight-legged beast and kind of jumps and loses balance, before you know it her legs are being conveyed backwards and he head was falling at a high speed forwards, when all of the sudden, SMACK! Her head nails the little control panel.
Jesus christ, I had to hold back my laughter sooooo hard. Like, there was a paramedic on the scene within 20 seconds and the whole gym was like "omg lol."