And frankly, I don’t give a fuck!
Surely, I feel bad for the females and males that want to come up to me and ask me a million training tips. I feel their aura. I saw that young lady watching me down to when I wrote every exercise, reps and notes I jotted. I sense their puppiness. And I certainly want to reach out towards them (and there are times when I do), but I can’t afford to let my guard down when I have already built my shield of steel, ready to zero in focus and gearing to get the GAME FACE up to PLAY!
See, when you step into the Weight Room area, it’s not for the faint of heart. You have to step right up and steal the limelight like a rapper to a mic. The Weight Room Area shouldn’t be for Beginners. It would make them a bit insecure and by all means intimidated. And if you’re saying, everyone has to start somewhere? Well, that’s where the Nautilus machines come in. I, completely understand their fears and concerned questions..and as much as I would love to care for most of the beginners and take them under my wing, there’s always somebody to fill in that spot.
The Weight Room Area isn’t intended for those women who are too busy picking up light weights hoping to God it’s going to do something like get better Tricep shape or lose fat. I can tell they suck because there’s no proper form, no feeling, no fucking meaning like having sex with your homely husband! It’s simply a flail of lazy arms “going through the motions” so to speak. However, my favorites are those folks who fail to write a program out from the get go. So they’re immobile like a deer in headlights looking at the dumbbells like it’s their first pair of boobs…*scratches head* ..”where do I start?”.. “what do I do with it?”
They could get out my way as I take Center Stage! 😉
Being that men are assholes, especially in the weight room… I’m a fucking bitch! And if someone asks me to jump in when I’m already on a machine and I allow their presence in my steel aura…then.. I must be in a great fucking mood, or the guy came off nice and asked in a pleasant way or that guy is good-looking/has a big butt or I’m not going in for that day’s circuit training regimen. So, again, since men are destined to be assholes, I can certainly be a bitch. Which reminds me, just the other day…
There was a bench open. I quickly analyzed and saw that someone had called “dibs” on it from the looks of their 115lb dumbbells, keys and cellphone. Of course, no one was physically there to claim it, right! And well, I knew a big guy was going to be coming around as soon as I’m about to call it mine. And what do you know?
“I’m using that.”
“Are you now? You weren’t here just a minute ago.”
“I was drinking water.”
*I roll my eyes.*
Then he says:
“You can jump on and use the bench with me.”
And a third guy behind the back of me, obviously wants no trouble of any kind says:
“You can take my bench. No worries.”
“No. No worries. I won’t take none, but this one”…
*pointing to the one right to the left of me*
Many men find me annoying in the gym. Many men try and put me down when they get the chance and tell me stupid shit like: “You’re going to be bigger than a man” and “Females don’t look right with lots of muscle.” (Mind you, Is till have loads of fat on my body!) Many men do their best to intimidate me with their solid grill football masks and indomitable aura. I shake them off with my eyes, with a head nod, with a shrug, with my own Pennington Hall’s manic eyes and clench fists in combination of a workout that’s intense by 10, going harder in their FACE! I’m not some pussy ass broad. I have bigger Outer Lips, then men have balls!
So, does their intimidation factor work? HELL NO! I have Pride. I have Ego. I know how to play and Don being an Asshole. I know how to make shit work for me. I know how to outsmart the players in the field. I know how to get my way. And because of all this, by far, it’s the best to KNOW how to WIN.