Call me a dewy Emily Post. I live half my life in moisture-wicking gear and cross trainers. My signature hairstyle? Upswept high pony sprouting out of my head, of course! And not to brag but I can swig from my stainless steel water bottle even during a sprint interval on the elliptical. We all know what skill that takes.
Beyond these obvious examples of my fitness cred, I know a few thousand things about gym etiquette and egregious behaviors that warrant being brained with a dumbbell.
Readers, you are joining this tirade in progress. And please note, flagrant offenses are in no particular order.
Gym rant # 1,025: Clean up your stuff, jerk!
I absolutely love, love, love getting to the gym and having to maneuver around weight-laden minefields as I try to tone and tighten my 40-year-old body. This is hard enough, people! I don’t have a family membership so I can be the “Mom” at the local YMCA picking up after sweaty youngsters and stinky guys who haven’t mastered a concept my 3-year-old nephew gets.
Whatever toys you take out, you have to put away. Don’t walk away and start playing with new toys and leave the “old” toys in a pile on the floor. You have to clean up your toys.
Toys and weights are interchangeable in this example.
And don’t expect someone to know or care when you are done using a particular toy. Just. Put. It. Away.
Until my next rant, here’s to sweating all this stuff!