Vash
03-21-2005, 12:42 PM
Okay, so i get to the gym late (7:30am). There's this group of two unknown-age, semi-overweight guys and one mid-20s semi-overweight guy. They're doing chest. now, at this point, I had my MP3 player on, so I couldn't hear what they were saying.
By the time I finished chins, though, I had to remove the MP3 - only had two songs on it. But anyway.
Turns out, this one dude, in his 30s I'm guessin', was "coaching" the other two on everything you can think of - from creatine supplementation (only 30% of people respond well to it, it's a hormone, etc) to proper lifting form (arch your back more, get your hips off the bench) to just shootin' the ****.
So, I walk out of the weights area and head to the cardio room (I can do step-ups in there on those cardio step thingies [they're good for at least one thing, I guess]) to do my Peterson step ups and my swiss ball crunches. This takes me about 8 minutes, counting rest periods. I get back to the gym area - they're still working chest, still talking about proper form (dips on the weight-assistance machine, then back to DB benches).
Before I walked out of the room, I had been in their about 15 minutes (chinups, rotator cuff work, hyperextensions/glute/ham raise). They were there before me.
Oh yes, forgot the old classic lifts: 2- and 3-Man barbell bench, 3-Man Dumbbell Bench, 2-Man Machine-Assisted Dips.
They were their before I got there, working chest, and they were there when I left 71 minutes later.
Though I admire their endurance (the shortest set I heard was 16 reps long - all sets , the "coach" warned, must go to failure), I feel both weaker and less intelligent than before.
Thank God I busted out some bad-ass chins, hypers, and everyone stared at me when I was working.
By the time I finished chins, though, I had to remove the MP3 - only had two songs on it. But anyway.
Turns out, this one dude, in his 30s I'm guessin', was "coaching" the other two on everything you can think of - from creatine supplementation (only 30% of people respond well to it, it's a hormone, etc) to proper lifting form (arch your back more, get your hips off the bench) to just shootin' the ****.
So, I walk out of the weights area and head to the cardio room (I can do step-ups in there on those cardio step thingies [they're good for at least one thing, I guess]) to do my Peterson step ups and my swiss ball crunches. This takes me about 8 minutes, counting rest periods. I get back to the gym area - they're still working chest, still talking about proper form (dips on the weight-assistance machine, then back to DB benches).
Before I walked out of the room, I had been in their about 15 minutes (chinups, rotator cuff work, hyperextensions/glute/ham raise). They were there before me.
Oh yes, forgot the old classic lifts: 2- and 3-Man barbell bench, 3-Man Dumbbell Bench, 2-Man Machine-Assisted Dips.
They were their before I got there, working chest, and they were there when I left 71 minutes later.
Though I admire their endurance (the shortest set I heard was 16 reps long - all sets , the "coach" warned, must go to failure), I feel both weaker and less intelligent than before.
Thank God I busted out some bad-ass chins, hypers, and everyone stared at me when I was working.