No woman who goes to the gym to do work wants to to be asked stupid questions like, ‘Do you come here often?’ while sweating profusely and gasping for breath after completing a circuit of intense training. Nor is fighting to keep your weights while doing supersets a fun adventure.
In an effort to avoid the crazies I get to the gym early; weekends included.
Saturday mornings are usually calm and quiet.
This morning was anything but usual.
To kick things off, I got trapped in the squat rack by the Strange Man doing pull ups. Apparently it is 100% acceptable to trap a woman in the cage and nearly kick her in the face while she sets up the bar.
Claustrophobia set in real quick.
I had to drop to my knees and squeeze underneath the safeties to escape. We finally settled on a plan that allowed him to ‘work in‘ while I wasn’t squatting 155 pounds.
My next exercise was a superset of extensions and hack squats. I took a giant swig of water and glanced at the hack machine only to find a man chatting amicably with his friends while sitting on it. He had the machine loaded up with 12 plates and wasn’t moving a thing.
The last thing I wanted was to encounter more craziness, so I made a new plan of attack for the superset.
After a few ascending sets of extensions, I caught the eye of my friend who was also training that morning. She was barely holding laughter in while setting up the cable machine for her next exercise.
I nodded knowingly.
The man with the 12 plates was still sitting there chatting and had yet to do one squat.
It was funny, but not that funny.
Then I saw it…
Yes. This seriously happened over and over and over again. I couldn’t make this stuff up if I tried.
Our gym is equipped with many options to train calves.
- Seated calf raise
- Calf press
- Several lying leg presses
- Smith machine
- Seated leg press
- Dumbbells and steps
Everyone was shocked. People openly stared. Comments were made.
The air was filled with awkward tension.
After each and every set of ‘Arnold inspired donkey calf raises’, calf comparisons where done on tippy toe. The man on the loaded hack machine cheered them on while not moving one ounce of weight.
A handshake, chest bump, and hug finished off the calf session.
- Icing on the proverbial cake.
Apparently I need to get to the gym when the doors open to avoid the awkwardness.