For those who actually care, I've been going to the gym at a pretty regular rate over the past three months. While the gym is a natural place to get yourself all fit, it's also an amazing place to people watch.
Captain Eight-ab: Tall black guy with no waist at all. Spends more time posing in front of the mirror than actually working out
The Pec-inator: Very, very obvious pectoral implants. I'm surprised he doesn't keel over.
Spaghetti-Strap Frankenstein: Body-builder, wears those really dumb 'shirts' which are just two shoelaces holding up a dish towel. Has very obvious face cosmetic surgery and hair-implants.
The Hotness: Fake and bake tan, gotta-be fake bosoms, wears next to nothing and is supremely aware of who is looking at her.
Dynamite Joe: Every see Million Dollar Baby? Well, I swear to the gods, the dumb, skinny kid everyone picks on in that movie was inspired by this guy at my gym. Nice enough and polite, but talks about his workout through his entire workout very, very loudly!
Roadrunner: She's on the treadmill when I get there, she's on the treadmill when I leave, every single time I'm there! She must do a marathon a day!
Up-Close-And-Very-Personal Trainer: He's helping the girls 'work-out' by giving them advice (asked for or not) and looking down their sports bras the entire time.
The Geek: Wears T-Shirts with cartoon characters and weird sayings on them, always cleans his bench even if he just uses it to take a break. Always has a hard-bound book with him.
The last one is me, of course.
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