At your civvy gym.....

Do you have:

1. A knob that parades round thinking he's the dogs b0ll0cks wearing a PTI vest?? I mean what a c0ck, I'm sure he's a walt just got to devise a plan to ping the t'wat, any ideas??

2. The token guy that stinks of feckin garlic and even though there being 10 other free treadmills he decides to use the one next to you?

Any ideas to ping the PTI and any other gym stories or things that get on your t1ts at the gym?? (mobiles being another!!!)
Ronnie8781 said:
Do you have:

1. A knob that parades round thinking he's the dogs b0ll0cks wearing a PTI vest?? I mean what a c0ck, I'm sure he's a walt just got to devise a plan to ping the t'wat, any ideas??

2. The token guy that stinks of feckin garlic and even though there being 10 other free treadmills he decides to use the one next to you?

Any ideas to ping the PTI and any other gym stories or things that get on your t1ts at the gym?? (mobiles being another!!!)
Enter, the 'camp gym user'.

Have a mukka who cracks me up every time he comes to the gym. Living in the 'rock hard' north most lads are grunting and groaning in well rehearsed macho styley. But old twinkle toes, hair immaculately coiffured, minces in with tight black t-shirt, rather sparrow like legs. In true competition style he prepares gracefully to 'mount' the chinup/dip bars by a few balletic stretching moves, facing the imaginery audience and judges. And, all credit to him, is able to perform some pukka chins, but... when he drops from the bar it's as if he's dismounted from the parrallel bars... dropping to one knee, arms outstretched, and then slowly up, breathing deeply. Still waiting for bow. I cringe just to watch.

When I suggested we go for a run in the 'real' outdoors he said: "No, I'll get a red face and it will mess my hair up!"

Oooh, I could crush a grape!
I find the paras (no offence to any here!) that come in, rack up two 20kg olympic size plates on an EZ Bar and proceed to do 2 poorly controlled curls before handing it round there four other mates who do exactly the same, and the repeat the process a rather amusing sight.
the look at me crew, who prance around trying to look like they are aving a good session, without breaking a sweat. bar stools!

get next to the walt and run until he's on his chin strap. he's bound to falter at the feet of the queens finest!
Used to have some idiot who looked like a cross between a fat Brian Blessard and a clown in my gym who would do things like the "Clean and Jerk", grunt a lot and put chalk dust all over place, first class tw*t.
You get your fair share of walts with ebay para regt and bootie t shirts too.
There was a guy at my last unit, a civvy I may add, who came in every day. now I never spoke to the guy or anything so cant comment on what he's like but that fact that he had a decent sized 'fro and wore a sweat band round his napper somehow made me think of Michael Jackso from Bo Selecta. I couldn't do anything after he walked in cos in stead of "press 2 - 3 -4" going through my head I had "Chamone muthafcucker!"
Fcukers who get in my way while i am trying to run and look at some fit birds arse. After all isnt the only reason to use a civvi gym to look at fit birds? Ohterwise i may as well run outside or go to the works gym for free.
Not in mine. I'ts like Rocky's gym. Full of hairy arsed ex prison officers and drug dealers pumped up on 'roids. Sawdust and spit on t'floor and I swear there's a body inside the punchbag. Nada fanito, gringo.

This is what gripes me about my gym. But I can't afford a posh one. Also, the only music that gets played is Smooth FM.
Ronnie8781 said:
Any ideas to ping the PTI
Does the vest have the crown on or not? If it does how old is he? Ask him what his BPFA time is, or how can you work out the heat stress index.
Or ask him to do 30 press ups - most of them can't!!!!

Theres a bird who goes to my civvy gym who is bigger than most men. She's a fcuking beast!

(i'd still throw one up her though)
The most common gym lurker. As the name implies, this guy works on muscles to show off at the bar, with purpose of impressing chicks or intimidating pencil necks. Usually, it's a young guy between 15-25 years old, who's at the gym working on every upper body muscle he can see from the front.
The routine consists of endless curls, bench presses, pushdowns and seated presses. Once in a while, you see him throw in a few lat pulldowns and crunches just for fun.

Chat Boy
This type of guy is rare, but you don't want to run into him. Chat boy wants to discuss lifting, eating, or life in general with you, often in great detail.
Now, I have nothing against conversation, especially workout talk, but chat boy doesn't know when to stop and turns a one-hour workout into two.

The Sharp Dressed Man
Believe me, not every girl is going crazy for this guy. I've seen him many times, and I still don't get it. His lifting attire consists of a T-shirt, dress pants, and loafers. I mean frigging loafers? One workout I could understand, but nobody forgets their gym bag everyday.

Stanky, for lack of a better term, stank. It wasn't a natural, "I just busted my a$$ and sweated a fountain" type of odor - it was more of a festering pile of sewage smell that assaulted the nose.
I'm pretty sure that he didn't wash himself, his gym clothes, his underwear - or most likely all three. I could smell him coming and it was so bad that if he worked next to me, I would finish what I was doing quickly and run for oxygen.

Rocky Jr.
I'm all for boxing, I think it's a great way to stay fit and relieve tension. What I don't get is the guy shadowboxing in front of the dumbbells.
My gym has no boxing equipment, not even a place to jump rope, yet Rocky comes here three times a week to get ready for Apollo. Here's a hint: it's not that kind of gym.

This guy loads the bar up with way too much weight, eekes out 3 reps with bad form and then mutters "shit", loudly, after his set prematurely ends.
He's under the impression that everyone cares how much he's lifting, and wants us to know that any other day he could have made the lift. If you see this, make sure to avoid eye contact, otherwise you'll end up hearing a lengthy, bullsh*t explanation for the travesty you have just witnessed.

This is self-explanatory. If you even think this might apply to you, buy some new pants. Now!

Mr. Scream
No matter what weight this guy is using, or what rep he's on, he feels the need to share his pain with us. A certain amount of noise is understandable, and even expected on certain movements (i.e., squats), but nobody wants to hear you yell through 4 sets of pushdowns.

The Hurler
Unfortunately, this has nothing to do with puking. This guy feels the need to launch any weight he's just finished using, especially dumbbells, onto the floor. Not only is this a hazard for anyone near him, it breaks down the dumbbells.
Losing control when lowering weights might happen once in awhile, but launching the weights so everyone can look and see how much you used is pathetic.

The Tag Team
I thought this one was overstated by everyone, until I joined my latest gym. The team, as the name implies, is actually two guys working together to lift the same weight.
This is almost always on the bench press, where one guy loads the bar up and his friend helps him pull every rep after the second one.
I've even seen instances where a guy was helped on all of his reps. Rhetorical question time: If you need help to bench 400 lbs, do you really bench 400?

The Entourage
Another one that borders on cliché: You've seen the group of guys - usually high school to early 20's - lifting together. They almost always congregate at the bench or preacher station. They hog up this area without seeming to do any work.
They're more interested in what party they're going to or which chick they're trying to score with. Lord help you if you want to bench when they're around.

Cable Guy
This guy, for one reason or another, lives by the cable stack. Maybe he thinks they're better or safer or maybe he just misses his Bowflex. Either way, cable crossovers, cable curls, cable crunches and cable lateral raises do not a workout make.

The Jackass
I couldn't think of more appropriate name for the guy who loads up a bar or machine, does his reps and leaves it. The next person is then stuck with the task of unloading the 300 lbs his friend just helped him bench. I get pissed just thinking about it.

Mr. Smith
Have you ever seen anyone base his entire workout around the Smith Machine? Most savvy lifters are well versed in the limitations (and evils) of the Smith machine. However, Mr. Smith treats it like a long lost relative and tries to spend as much time on or around it as possible.
Bench press? Check. Squat? Check. Incline press? Check. Upright row and lean way back? Check. Extra shearing on his joints? Check. Injury? On its way.

Mr. Clean and Curl
Having invented a new exercise, the reverse hang-clean, Mr. Clean sports impressive strength and muscularity in the hips and lower back. Oh wait, he was curling...

The Wanderer
This guy combines his love of walking with weightlifting. His routine: load the bar up, do a set, walk around the gym for 10 minutes and repeat 4 or 5 times. My favorite is when they load up a bar, leave it in the squat rack and come back and curl it. Same amount of time - twice the jackass.

The Orthopedist's Dream
Closely related to Mr. Smith (I'm sure they'll end up in the same waiting room, sooner or later) is the Dream. Let's see: he squats onto a chair and bounces back up, deadlifts like he's waiting to be mounted and benches with an arch you could drive a Mini Cooper through. Hey buddy, hear that crackling noise? It's your spine.

Captain Crunch
The last guy I saw like this was middle-aged, paunchy and terrified of everyone in my gym. His claim to fame is doing 8 consecutive sets on the crunch machine, with a 5 second rest period in between. His answer when I asked him if I could work in: more crunches. I wonder if his waist has gotten any smaller?

Dance Fever
Every time I see Dance in my gym he's either on his way to, or coming out of an aerobic class. Sometimes I think he does it to meet chicks, but then I remember his stylin' headband and Richard Simmons-like build.
I'm all for cardiovascular fitness, but I believe that unless it involves hittin' something, men do not belong in aerobic classes. The only Fonda you should even think about imitating is Peter, although I would not recommend his previous "supplementation."

See Tightpants, above. And, if they were once jeans, shoot yourself.

Rack And Roller
This has to be seen to be believed: this guy goes to the dumbbell rack, picks the dumbbells off the rack, places them on the floor and then rolls them to whatever bench he's working on.
When he's done, he rolls them back. It's a good thing too... I mean I wouldn't want him to exert himself. Especially funny when they're hex dumbbells!

Charlie Bandana
Charlie shows up to the gym in clothes that would embarrass Hulk Hogan. Apparently, he learned everything he knows about gym attire from reading Flex... in 1986.
The bandana, clown pants, and shitkicker boots are bad enough, but it's the silly muscle T-shirts ("Fear This!") that really push him over the top. I'm sure he feels ultra hardcore, but he looks like a tool.

Right Tackle
20 years ago, Right Tackle dominated the field on his high school football team. I know this because I've heard him tell his story at least 50 times. It's either right before or right after he looks in your direction and says: "I used to lift more than this."
Every time a young guy with a decent build comes near him he asks, "You play football?" This inevitably leads to a retelling of RT's past glories. Hey buddy, leave the kids alone - it's over.

It's bad enough to watch people bounce the bar off their chests and squat 2 inches down, but now I have to see cheating during cardio?! Because walking at 3 m.p.h. is apparently tiring and too stressful, Treadswill eases his pain by leaning onto the display column to support his bulbous form. What the hell's wrong with you when even walking fast is too hard?

The Scholar
I see guys carry bodybuilding mags around the gym all the time. Usually they're trying to follow some bullshit 30-set routine; I feel bad for them but it doesn't really bother me. What irritates me is the guy reading a book in between sets.
You shouldn't be able to talk between sets, much less have the ability to read a book. I mean, if you're not going to put real effort in, then why bother in the first place? Last time I checked, there were no studies showing that reading Dune is anabolic.

Mr. Natswole
The biggest "natural" guy in the gym. I have no problems with gear, but watching moonface talk about the virtues of being natural and how it was training "balls to the wall" that got him big really gets to me. Nobody's asking for a confession, but if you're juicing, don't try to present yourself as something you're not. Unless, of course, your name is Skip...

Okay, I know I said this would be about guys, but I'm sure at least one woman will read this. Anyway, Dumbellina is the epitome of what women shouldn't be doing in the gym.
Her entire workout revolves around those tiny cast iron dumbbells that wouldn't give a toddler a good workout. I'm not sure what's she's doing with them, but it looks like her goal is to one day flap her arms and take to the sky.
One of these days, I expect to see her gracefully soaring over the parking lot. The good thing is, I'm sure those nasty itty bitty weights won't make her too big.

Every gym has at least one of these guys, whose sole purpose at the gym is to search for someone to rub up against. His habits of constantly leering at, hitting on, or "accidentally" bumping into the female members make him a nuisance. One of these days he's going to bump the wrong girl and end up with a 25 lb plate sticking in the side of his head.

Baby Huey
Here's one for the younger guys. Huey's claim to fame is that he mocks all of his scrawny classmates at my gym for the weights they use. Being a skinny teenager is hard enough and I'm sure getting to the gym takes some balls for these guys.
What they don't need is verbal abuse from some doofus who just happened to be born big, fat and strong. He's another one that will eventually screw with wrong person and have his a$$ handed to him.

Coach has somehow managed talk his girlfriend into going to the gym and letting him train her. Unfortunately, he thinks she needs to follow his "hardcore" training methods. It's almost comical listening to him tell her that leg pressing is for sissies.
It's even funnier to listen to him correct her out loud for wanting to "tone up." Hey pal, she doesn't care if "getting toned" is a misnomer -- she just wants to look good. She squats with better form than you anyway...

Forget which thread it is but the Chavs that will come in the gym, do a couple of curls and then stand round chatting.

By christ i want to see some of these "bufftings" pick up a rifle and walk 100 meteres let alone a CFT... :roll:
Un-Friendly-Fire said:
By christ i want to see some of these "bufftings" pick up a rifle and walk 100 meteres let alone a CFT... :roll:
Or at least turn up on Bad Lads thinking they've won a free week at Butlins... see the look on their faces?

Actually, Butlins might be worse...
Sandy The Guv'nor, top post mate.

In the very early 80s I went to a civvy gym at Handy Cross, High Wycombe. Fair play to the guys in there, the club members (Tue & Thur) knew what they were doing and got on with it, properly. But we did have one guy - with masses of ginger hair. He would come straight in from working in a warehouse all day already sweating. He'd always wear tight black jeans, black Doc. Martin boots, a tight black pullover and a black T-shirt underneath. ALWAYS the same 'kit'. He was well built and trained properly but never showered or wore PT stuff. Nice bloke actually but whiffed increasingly as the evening went on!

Me 16 or 17 years old, not concentrating one night, chatting to my training partner while sliding loose weights off one end of an E-Z-Bar that was on stands. I was leaning over it from the side as I slid the loose weight off and the bar just flipped up, the bar end SKIMMING MY NOSE, weights and bar crashing to the ground!!! That really did scare me..... another 1 or 2mm and my nose may have been pushed up into my skull or very least ripped off my face!!!
nicley plageurised.
Good to see other people are still taking the credit for other peoples work.

So where, exactly did you cut and paste that from ?

In my gym we have a few ex squaddies who walk round like they are Johnny Concrete.
stop whinging how the whole world owes you a living cos you were in Iraq/NI/Afganistan !!!
the world doesn't and no one gives a toss about how fast you can run a BFPA or what ever it is you do. We are more interested in nobbing your wife while you are overseas getrting shot at for 2.49 a day!!!!! ha ha ha ha
stop whinging you militrary /ex military fag and get on the squat rack and lets see what you can do (which won't be very much!!)
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