Today I went to my gym outside of my usual time, and the cast of characters there had me nearly laughing to myself.
There was the likely neo-nazi, with the body of an uncooked linguini, wearing a powerlifting belt full-time as he talked into his airpods THE ENTIRE HOUR, occasionally performing a DB isolation movement or causally operating a machine.
There’s the long-sleeved lycra shirt-wearing over-40 gentleman, clean-cut and probably a great dude in real life, whose entire session consists of seated DB curls with <=20lbs. They aren’t working for him. Perhaps he’s losing the pump due to the long phone calls between sets.
Sure, there’s a strong dude in the corner deadlifting over 4 plates.
But he’s quickly overshadowed by a pair of teenage boys teaching each other how to do isolation movements and get “one more!”.
And there’s granny doing combination DB-row-kick-back-curls, sure. But even she is doing more work than most of these dudes.
And the pair of young ladies whose idea of a workout is to sit and stretch together for an hour on the astroturf section.
But when it comes to the female population of my gym, they are the exception, not the rule.
Women are barbell squatting. Deadlifting. Doing weighted BSS - even I’m not badass enough to do those!
Hip thrusting more than you bench press.
They’re bench pressing with no spotter.
They’re wearing giant headphones that say “I don’t dress this way for you to talk to me.”
They’re loading plates onto the leg press and going like the energizer bunny.
An entire class of women - mostly older - doing a group training session WITH BARBELLS. Looked like upright rows when I walked by - take note, teenage boys!
In summary, the women I saw today were working much harder than the men, and looked better too.