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I'm pale, unjerked, and have only been in a gym with help of Photoshop, so the following must be a Cheeto-induced delusion; but I'm going to tell you anyway.
I was at the gym today doing a pull day. I was doing lat-pulldowns while a guy was on the next machine doing cable curls. Most people tend to only comment negatively when talking to strangers. Stuff like, "Hey asshole, you cut me off!" Me? I like to give out random compliments about hairstyles, clothing, and doing good civilized stuff like holding doors open for other people. Anyway, I saw that two chicks on the treadmills were checking him out, so I told him. It made his day.
Before I go on to the next part of the story, I need to tell you about Satan's Exercise, also know as farmer's walks. That's where you hold something heavy in each hand, usually a dumbbell, and walk a track. I like pain, so I wrap a hand-towel around each handle. That way you really have to vice down, thus activating the forearms in an excruciatingly painful way. Seriously, I don't think even Nazis did that to the Jews. That shit, if done at least twice a week for three laps, will make your forearms explode in six weeks.
So I was getting ready that when the other guy saw what I was doing and asked about it. We ended up doing three laps together, and he joined me for the rest of my workout (I had thirty minutes left). I'd seen him around plenty of times, so we decided that, if we happened to by at the gym at the same time, we'd workout together.
That all seems like a perfectly normal story, so what's the catch you may ask? My first workout partner ever (besides my daughter) is black.
That is all.
I was at the gym today doing a pull day. I was doing lat-pulldowns while a guy was on the next machine doing cable curls. Most people tend to only comment negatively when talking to strangers. Stuff like, "Hey asshole, you cut me off!" Me? I like to give out random compliments about hairstyles, clothing, and doing good civilized stuff like holding doors open for other people. Anyway, I saw that two chicks on the treadmills were checking him out, so I told him. It made his day.
Before I go on to the next part of the story, I need to tell you about Satan's Exercise, also know as farmer's walks. That's where you hold something heavy in each hand, usually a dumbbell, and walk a track. I like pain, so I wrap a hand-towel around each handle. That way you really have to vice down, thus activating the forearms in an excruciatingly painful way. Seriously, I don't think even Nazis did that to the Jews. That shit, if done at least twice a week for three laps, will make your forearms explode in six weeks.
So I was getting ready that when the other guy saw what I was doing and asked about it. We ended up doing three laps together, and he joined me for the rest of my workout (I had thirty minutes left). I'd seen him around plenty of times, so we decided that, if we happened to by at the gym at the same time, we'd workout together.
That all seems like a perfectly normal story, so what's the catch you may ask? My first workout partner ever (besides my daughter) is black.
That is all.