I’ve been attending Gold’s Gym in Pier Village for a few months now (since August). One of the best parts about going to the gym, for me, is the humor involved with the whole trip.
However, since I generally go to Gold’s between 5:30am and 6:00am and stay until about 7:30am, there really isn’t that much to laugh at. Unlike my old gym, there are no creepy old men walking around naked in the locker room nor are there a bunch of yentas sitting around gabbing about their maids. It’s actually a nice change!
This past Monday and Tuesday (yesterday), though, I went to the gym for the first time at night. Oh boy…there were some good laughs at night!
The funniest thing that I kept seeing at night were guys walking around with severe cases of ILS. What is ILS you ask? Imaginary Lat Syndrome.
There is absolutely nothing funnier than seeing some guy walking around the weightlifting area with his arms all blown out as he constantly looks down at his chest and gazes at himself in the mirror. I mean, I’m not against guys or girls who are jacked to show off their bodies a little bit. Go for it. My body isn’t made that way and I’m a big guy anyway, so I’ll never have the opportunity to do that, but if you’ve worked hard to build up your body, then sure, pop a muscle pose in the mirror once in a while.
But when guys with just the smallest bit of definition on their arms are walking around with ILS and constantly looking for the valley in their chest – it’s a fucking riot! I was looking down at the weight room from the treadmills on the second floor on Monday night and I almost laughed out loud looking at these two douchebags who were so completely about themselves that I’m surprised it wasn’t “gay night” at the gym or something.
Seeing something like that almost knocks you square off the treadmill! Ah…gotta love the funny folks at the gym.