Psych Ward

     Bench day was...interesting. Lots of characters, lots of laughs. Here's what got done:

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INCLINED BENCH:
65lb x10

75lb x8

(85lb x5) 3x

FLAT BENCH:

75lb x15

95lb x10

(115lb x3) 2x

115lb x4

(65lb wide/narrow x10 ea.) 2x

DECLINED BENCH:

(95lb x4) 2x

95lb x5

SEATED CABLE FLY:

70lb x15

80lb x10

(90lb x7) 3x

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     It was another busy night in the gym. I don't know if people's schedules have changed with the changing seasons or what, but there's been a lot of people in the weight room this week. With more people comes more laughs as Frank and I people watch while we lift. And let me just be clear here, I may be having fun and cracking jokes on people, but I'm sure they're all good people. I know I'm just as much a character as anyone else and this is all in good fun.

     As we were doing the flat bench, we noticed this young lady sauntering in in her teensy weensy barely there shorts. She went to the cable machine and started doing some leg stuff. She seemed to be doing the 1 set then rest method of training. One set, and then she walked out. A few reps on our bench routine and she was back, this time, doing leg raises. One set, and then out. She looked to be in good shape, so maybe she's on to something. 

     When we really started losing our shit was when some guy made his appearance at the back of the gym. He was doing what looked like some sand bag squats but they must have been causing some sort of regurgitation issue because there was a lot of "throat clearing" going on. We called him Hacky Sack. It was around that time that I decided for my own physical well being, and to keep me from having some regurgitation issues, to move out to get the flys done. 

     The fly machine that we prefer is up against the wall, looking out at the whole room. There was no way I could miss the young Lass sitting on the end of a treadmill, smacking her thigh and shaking. Or maybe she was dancing. I'm not sure 'cause she was singing along to something only she could hear (I hope she had earbuds in).  Directly across from Twitchy Terry was a big dude in fluorescent yellow work pants with those funky reflective stripes on them. He may have just come from road work, or maybe a trash truck. I don't know. I do know that he was making some very, shall we say, adult noises while he was lifting. I get that people make noise, but I myself have never made any noise that could easily qualify as a moan while in the gym. He was like some sort of X-rated janitor. 

    We were in tears at various points throughout last night. It was while I was sitting on that fly machine, absorbing everything and taking it all in that I said to Frank,

     "I feel like I'm in some sort of psych ward."

It fit perfectly and made us laugh even more. Like I said, I'm not dogging on anybody. We're all there, being weird, just trying to make ourselves better. I can only imagine how I look to people - some chubby old broad, sweating her ass off looking like she's ten seconds from death while her man with the long orangutang arms makes crazy faces and inappropriate motions to her to make her laugh. 

     We're all a little psycho to be doing what we do.