I don't really mind the music that plays at the gym, since it isn't hip-hop/rap/pop but I need to plug into my phone and rock out to the Teutonic gods of heavy metal because of the socializing tool sheds in the early morning during the week. This one older guy, early fifties, is quiet as a churchmouse when working out. Until one or more of his chat buddies shows up. Then he's grunting, groaning, exhaling hard, girlie burping, etc until one of them wanders over and he can start going on about how this sports league sucks sweaty monkey balls but it's still the greatest in the world. This team is the greatest but they'll never win again. Blah blah blah, yackity schmackity. All the while his workouts are upperbody intensive and lower body sees two sets of step-ups on a crate once a week.
I don't mind people talking and socializing at the gym but there is no reason the folks hanging out in the sauna need to be able to hear what he's going on about on the gym floor. I do like being the outcast, though. I get in, lift heavy using multi-joint exercises, compound sets, periodizing my weights and reps, get it all done in less than an hour. Stretch the muscles worked and any support muscles then I'm out the door after swapping shirts for a dry one.
I'd rather listen to cats being killed in a wood chipper than listen to mr. tool shed go on about his beer binges. Maybe that's why you have that gut despite all the slow cardio and cable crunches you do? Just thought I'd throw that out there.
I'm a very tolerant guy and it takes a lot to get on my nerves, but this dude's existence is like a rake on the chalkboard of my soul.
I don't mind people talking and socializing at the gym but there is no reason the folks hanging out in the sauna need to be able to hear what he's going on about on the gym floor. I do like being the outcast, though. I get in, lift heavy using multi-joint exercises, compound sets, periodizing my weights and reps, get it all done in less than an hour. Stretch the muscles worked and any support muscles then I'm out the door after swapping shirts for a dry one.
I'd rather listen to cats being killed in a wood chipper than listen to mr. tool shed go on about his beer binges. Maybe that's why you have that gut despite all the slow cardio and cable crunches you do? Just thought I'd throw that out there.
I'm a very tolerant guy and it takes a lot to get on my nerves, but this dude's existence is like a rake on the chalkboard of my soul.