Don’t forget your laundry, bro. GTL
Don’t forget your laundry, bro. GTL
Don’t forget your laundry, bro. GTL
Don’t forget your laundry, bro. GTL
dont forget to tan bro
GTL
Silly stuff bump:
To the broad sprinting intervals on an elliptical: If you’re on a machine that dictates almost 100% of your form with high precision steel bearings and you still make it sound like a washing machine with a broken hanger, you need to stop. You’ve moved beyond bad form and have entered into dying fish territory. The 4 bar linkages you are riding while they struggle against your death throws are the only thing keeping you in a running motion. Should you try to exert the same effort and control while running I would have called the police because the resulting motions would have looked convincingly similar to a grand maul seizure. Take it down a notch. You’re not running from a grizzly (if you were you would have been caught anyway) you are exercising.
Oh, and dude with a football in the weight room? Why do you have a football in the weight room? Accessorizing to pull together a look is what women do on Saturday nights. Next time just wear high heels.
FUCKING ROFFFFFFFFFFSSSSSSS
I hate the daily vin diesel quotes on the wall
I hate the morbidly obese lady who walks 1.3 mph on the treadmill for 30 mins, and then leaves.
Really…REALLY? You’re going to pay $35/mo (snap fitness is expensive down here!) to walk on a treadmill and burn 13 calories?
I mean, I could see if you were doing something else before or after, but all you’re doing is wasting power…why don’t you just walk around your house a few times?
Not sure if anyone who goes to BF has seen this black guy, but he wears sun glasses, hat sideways, and is probably listening to some type of rap/techno shit on his little ipod. I don’t think I’ve ever witness him actually doing a workout. He sorta just walks between the machine and bobs his head to the cool beats of his music.
lol.theres a guy like that at every gym.
Storytime bump!
Teehee this poor dude followed me to Fitness factory. So I walk in at lunch today, and he’s there hanging from a pullup bar. Not a bent arm hang, just hanging. Maybe stretching his shoulders or something. So I hop on an elliptical to get my blood flowing for a few minutes, and watch the show. He drops off the bar, and walks over to the squat rack. There’s a bunch of equipment and mirrored posts in the way so I can’t see what exercise he’s got lined up. I can, however, see him make a giant fucking mess with chalk, dance around whatever weight he’s about to lift, and shake and wave his arms at it like he’s going to fucking mate with it. So I think to myself: “Self, he’s not a small dude. Give him a chance. Maybe he knows what he’s doing and he’s just unconventional. You’re no fucking expert. Maybe he’ll pull up a badass 400 pound dead lift and you can respect him despite the peacock show.” So he stills, bends over, gives a mighty pull…
And starts the worst fucking kettlebell swings I have ever seen in my life. At best his arm got 45 degrees off vertical, progressively peaking lower and lower until by the end of his set it was really more of a shallow swinging shrug. Switch arms, same thing. Proceed to spend 10 minutes sweeping up the chalk scattered around a 5 foot radius.
Oh well. People probably see me take my shoes off for squats and deadlifts and think I’m a giant 'mo too. Maybe I am. At least we’re all off our asses. Fun stuff.