First, I just got to say...People who talk to themselves, and then get MAD AT YOU when you don't respond to them when they actually are talking to you. Especially when you repetedly ask "What?" and get "Oh just ignore me, I am talking to myself." So you do (it's still incredibly annoying, but you can discount it as annoying background noise). And then after an amount of time, the person is up in your face upset and asking why you're not responding to them. AHHHH! Just carry around a cowbell, why don't you, and ring it before you're saying something that is actually meant to be heard by others???
Gym....(again)
Typically, I go to my gym around 9-11pm on weekdays, and occasionally in the afternoon on weekends. But seeing as I've become noctural over the past month or so, I'm basically going to the gym in my mid-morning, despite it being conventional nighttime. I've gotten used to the nighttime crowd so as to minimize the pet peeve experience of a typical nighttime session.
However, now I've decided to switch up to going at 5am, when the gym opens. I am doing this both as a change (I like being outside and in the world in the morning when I am NOT drunk or scattered), and in attempt to refrain from drinking and/or using substances through the nighttime (either late-night at bars with friends, or drinking by myself). Naturally, I'll probably gravitate toward waking up around 3am and it will be just like the old days only with a shift in time, alas I can only hope...
Anyway, so I had no idea what to expect from my gym at 5am. Night crew is pretty relaxed with the club rules. However, morning is apparently akin to Afganistan circa '95.
It was leg day. I already hate leg day, so I am not exactly in a negative mood when I show up, but I am in a "in the zone and don't want to be bothered" mood.
Warmup: straight-legged deadlifts. Immediately after I finished my warm-up set of these, the front-desk guy comes up to me.
Him: Sir, we don't allow deadlifting in here.
Me: What? Why not?
Him: It's for your own safety, and for the safety of our floors.
This is happening right as some meathead is tossing 100lb dumbells to the ground after a set of dumbell bench presses. I was only doing 135lbs, which considering how the setup of the bar and the weights is for a deadlift, I don't think would make as much damage as dumbell guy (NO DAMAGE AT ALL ACTAULLY. THE FLOORS ARE CONCRETE. Seriously, just admit that you don't want a lawsuit from some 15 year old's mother, after he tries to mimic the deadlifting guy and throws his back out.). But wait, for MY own safety? Hmm, sir I LEARNED HOW TO DEADLIFT PROPERLY
FOR MY OWN SAFETY A LONG TIME AGO. Nobody on the nightcrew cares if people deadlift. I mean does the gym need an olympic stage behind a black curtain to allow people to deadlift??? Ahh!
Okay, now onto the squat. The main event. I have switched over from using a smith machine to a typical standard setup for squats recently. Both because smith machine squats admittedly are kinda wimpy, and becasue I want to be able to work stablizing muscles better and such. For my last few sets, where I was pushing it hard, I needed a spotter (another reason why I used the smith machine - I hate asking strangers to spot me). The way the squat rack is set up at my gym, you are FUCKED if you cannot get it up - you don't have an option to raise safety bars to a given height or anything (I mean I'm sure you COULD learn to fall out of it in a way that would reduce your chances of getting hurt, but again I emphasize that this is the kind of squat rack where one should use a spotter). So I found the most decent looking fellow around and asked him to spot for me.
Now typically when you spot for someone who is squatting, you stand a bit behind the person, and only step in if necessary. Like
this. First rep, I go down to about parallel and something that NEVER should happen DID. Now I squat with proper form, so in no way was this my fault. I did notice the guy was standing kinda close, but I figured that he'd follow my motion in suit, and all would be fine. But ya, I definately felt a hot dog between the buns right about as I hit parallel. Not a hot dog on a stick, but a hot dog nonetheless (along with butt/thigh contact). NOT ACCEPTABLE! I mean if I am about to lose the weight and potentially harm myself and need immediate help, and an accidental grind occurs that's one thing. But when I am using proper form and it's rep 1 when I told the spotter I wanted to do 6 reps or so....I just racked the thing and pretended that my leg was feeling weird.
Next was leg press. Now I am lucky in that being only 5'4 and rather flexable, I have an advantage that most do not. I can effectively get "trapped" under the leg press and be able to escape without needing help. Meaning I am free to push myself to my limits on the leg press. Today was the first day that if I were religious, I would have thanked God for being born a short guy.
Now I was actually going for my best weight for a set of 10 on leg press (Probably because I didn't get to fully exercise my muscles while squatting because of the dry huming...). But I had done 8 reps and was feeling good. I mean was pushing like a woman giving birth ya, but I knew I would be able to do 2 more. But then probably about a meter behind me, right in the "gives you the chills zone" I hear "GOTTA GET THAT BOOM BOOM BOOM." It spooked me so bad that there was no chance of rep 9 going up. I got trapped but did escape. I was able to make eye contact with the guy with the seriously loud ringtone, but ya....
Isn't there a rule against cell phone use in the gym? YES. This one has more of a clear reason than the deadlift excuse. I mean who's calling you at 5:30am and has a custom ring tone? (Furthermore, why is half the gym on cell phones at 5:30am? Who are they all talking with?????) Furthermore, ringtone guy was wearing CROCS. I'm sure there is a rule against wearing such shoes in a gym.
I went on without much other than a sour attitude for a bit.
Then last machine of the day - the leg extension. Now this one I've been going through a bit of a pleatu on now for a while, so I am trying to superset in order to break through this. Basically doing
x pounds for 10 reps, then quickly switching to
x/2 pounds and going until failure.
Now this leg extension machine is a bit rickedy. In that if you go through the full range of motion (so that it forcibly stops) it makes a rather loud "smack." Physically the weight hitting the top of the stack. Add to this, there is a bit of plastic covering that is broken on this machine, so the way it combines with the weight hitting the top of the stack makes it extra loud (This sounds confusing, and it is. I did not take a picture, and it would take a thousand words to describe it in a way that would make it somewhat understandable). Anyway, on my tenth rep, I didn't know if I was going to get it fully up, and I overexerted a bit and the weight hits the top (loud noise one). Then I dropped the weight down and didn't realise how easy rep 1 of the lower weight was going to be, and hit the top again (loud noise two). Then everything progressed without any more loud sounds.
I figure no big deal, and head to the fountain for a drink. Ringtone guy comes up to me and says "Sir, can you please stop slamming the weights on all of your reps?" At this time, he was wearing a shirt that had me assured that he WORKED THERE. I just said "ok," trying to bite my tongue and not say that IT WAS ONLY TWO REPS, not all of my reps.
As I am walking away, I get pushed over the edge.
"And sir, next time bring a towel. What you've got there is too small."
WHAT? I mean what I've got ain't no beach towel, and is probably smaller than the average bath towel, but I AM SMALLER THAN THE AVERAGE MAN. I was pushed over the edge. I had never met this man, and he seemed to have it out for me.
Me: "Umm, I'm sorry to be rude, but I mean I felt like it was rude earlier when your phone rang while I was using the leg press. I mean the sign right there says no phones allowed."
Him: "I work here. It's different."
Me: "Umm don't you have a work phone then? At your desk, or at the reception counter?"
Him: "Well I give out my cell number to other employees. They don't know what time I get to work, so if they need to contact me, they can always reach me that way."
Me: :shrugs and walks away:
God, I don't know if I am going to be able to do this morning workout thing.
jK not sayin u are. jus that its nice once you aint the new one no more.
also that suboxone or methadone maintenance is the same as using , and if i use either, i dont really want to be clean
Trust me, I hated it too at the start, but using it every day, after a few weeks I was in love with it, now I can't hack using the old version so I've put 07 on every computer we have in the house :D You'll learn to love it soon. 
People like that are the scum of the earth. Some people will screw over anyone just to save a buck 
