7 Rules: How Not to Be a Jerk at the Gym
November 16, 2011, By Craig J. Heimbuch 3 comments
I don't normally go to the gym in the morning. I prefer to go at night, when the place is empty and I can be alone with my treadmill, my iPod and the latest episode of Aisha Tyler's podcast "Girl on Guy." But I was putting my son to bed last night and ended up falling asleep with him at nine, finding myself bright-eyed and bushy-tailed at ten after five. Up that early and needing to feel productive, I decided to move up my workout 17 hours or so and hit the gym early.
I live in one of those suburbs with type-A stay-at-home moms and engineer/financial planner/marketing director/doctor dads. So the gym at the community center is humming at 5:30 in the morning. The parking lot is mostly full, the coffee shop brewing and the treadmills pumping. I wasn't there ten minutes before I was reminded why I don't like going in the morning. I was lying on a mat, stretching my back before my run and turned my head to see a foot three feet in front of my head. A large, sweaty man in his mid-50s was standing over me. He pointed at his ears and mouthed "take them out," referring to my ear buds.
"Yes?" I asked.
"Are you almost done?"
I looked around and there were other mats stacked up against the wall not ten feet away.
"What about one of those?" I asked, pointing to the stack. The man let out a frustrated teenager groan/snuff, rolled his eyes and walked over to the other mats.
What the hell? What could I have possibly done to make this guy mad? Is he always like this? I forgot about it. A few minutes later, as I was chugging away on a treadmill, another man walked by and stepped on my sweatshirt, which I had laid next to the treadmill while I was running. I saw him step on it, watched as he looked down and kicked it away from his feet. He looked right at me and without so much as an apologetic shrug walked off behind me in the direction of the free weights.
These and a few other observations from this morning's workout got me thinking about what jerks people can be at the gym. It's as if the pursuit of fitness somehow engenders a sense of un-caring; as if the relationship between endorphins and decency is inverse. Working out sucks, I grant you that, but does that give you license to be an ass? So, I've devised a few simple rules that, if followed, I hope will restore a bit of decency in the gym.
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