When I worked graveyard at a 24 he fitness I had a guy who came in every other day fully wrapped in ace bandages, except his face. Hands, neck, top of head, arms, legs, everything.
Even wierder… He showered in the bandages. That’s how I know his whole body was wrapped full mummy style. Shits weird at 230am on a Tuesday.
That’s awesome.
I regret not taking the job at 24 hour fitness when I was 18. I bet I could have seen some really interesting shit.
night walkers are weird full stop.
Did he only speak in hieroglyphics? Like, you’re all like “Hey man, how’s it going?” and he says “Bird looking right, 3 snakes in a horizontal line, sun” and you have to play it off and be cool and be like “Alright dude: all glory to Osiris” while nervously offering him one of those weird handshakes where you grab each other’s wrists?
Because, if so, I’d heavily consider painting a red x on your door in goat’s blood, just to play it safe.
There was a guy at my old gym who just showed up, lifted weights and then left without any significant interactions. No phone either.
Very strange, indeed.
I believe the proper procedure is lamb’s blood, from a lamb without blemish, merely sprinkled on the doorpost and lintel of each door leading to the outside, after which you roast and eat the lamb. No particular design is needed.
I thought that was to protect you from Yahweh rather than Ra.
This is me most most mornings.
There trick is there is no “Ra”. There are, however, angels of Death, one which may or may not go by the name of “Ra”, I don’t know.
I will make sure to ask the next time I see him. No guarantees I will get back to you with an answer though.
Not really weird, but I go the gym at 5 AM and there’s this one dude who’s always there. Pretty in shape guy. When I’m leaving the gym at about 6:15 he’s still foam rolling, which he started doing at 5. When my hours have changed in the past I’ll be at the gym at about 8 o’clock, and he’ll be there lifting. Still there lifting when I leave about an hour later. It really doesn’t affect me or matter to me at all, it just makes no dam sense to me. Who wants to be at the gym for four hours every day? How is it possibly necessary to foam roll for 90 minutes every day?
There used to be a guy who attended my gym. He set up the highest box in the gym next to the deadlift platform for box jumps.
And by box jumps, I mean climbing up on the box and doing a broad jump to the deadlift platform.
Oh, we also had this guy whose program was only movements with a 1" ROM. He was lean AF and very sinewy looking. He wasn’t ego lifting, I think he just thought he had unlocked some secret no one else knew.
There was a kid at my old gym… he would sit in his car in the car park for like 30 minutes before coming into the gym.
Once he was in the gym he would sit on the benches for another 30 minutes, eat a banana and eat stare into space.
I would often be in and out of the gym before he even started lifting, even after arriving after him. I thought that was pretty weird. Sometimes I drive by the gym later at night and his car is in the car park at 11pm.
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At the previous gym I used to go to there’d be a guy reading the paper every morning. One day someone that appeared to be a friend of his asked why he was in the gym reading the paper and he replied to the tune of “I promised Emma I’d spend more time in the gym, and so…”.
I’m guessing you are American. That would explain your lack of historical perspective. Your comment is exactly wrong. By several thousand years.
Hmm… what I’ve written above seems a bit arsey on re-reading.
Imagine me saying it in a playful manner, with an impish smile.
So…
The gym i used to go to was fine, it wasnt a fitness guy, but one that had a high amount of Powerlifters. It was a good culture.
But the owners changed, and my wife started going with me, and we switched to mornings. It was cool and all, but with the change in culture it just didnt seem right.
Anyway, as always with the wife, next thing you know we have gym freinds, that we make plans with outside of the gym. again, that was cool and all.
Well, we moved, and now i go to the gym without the wife, and I am happy as shit that i know nobody, dont have to ask people about their day, or listen to whatever the fuck they want to talk about. I can concentrate on my training without interruption. I dont even make eye contact with anyone.
So…Now I’m that guy. the one that goes in, doesnt say shit, concentrates on the weights and leaves without saying a word.
and I like it - lol
Yes, but what have you done with your wife?? Where is she in all this go-in-go-out-don’t-make-eye-contact?
Are the machines Hammer Strength? Does he say can’t touch this after every set?
LOL! Yep - how did you know?