Anyway, this fella prances around with his arms all limp, kind of like a T-rex, and he admires himself in every mirror he can get his eyes on. I'm not exaggerating when I say that he will take around 15 minutes between sets checking himself out and just swishing around aimlessly, maybe looking for more mirrors.
2. It turns out my gym is a bit of a cop gym. I didn't know this when I started there, but after someone told me, it dawned on me that, yeah, all these guys look like cops. So, there aren't a lot of attractive women who go there, which is fine by me. I don't need that pressure. I just like to get in and out of there as fast as possible so I can get home and enjoy those last couple of hours before sleep, work, and working out have swallowed up my whole day. But, there is one new gal I saw the other day who is fine as wine. She's got long, flowing, cascading hair like Farrah Fawcett. I don't plan on hitting on her because chicks hate that - it's just nice to look at every now and again, breaking up the monotony of all the cop-looking dudes.
3. There's this huge doucher who gets all into the heavy metal music on his headphones, air drumming as he runs around the track. What's worse, he always asks for low calorie gatorades even though they haven't stocked them in weeks. Ooooh, you watching your sugar intake, dork? Also, he's always stopping to watch everyone, like he's criticizing and/or perving on them. I hear he writes a shitty blog, or something . . .