People at the Gym

There’s this guy at the gym, that wears a toque inside and gym shoes that encapsulate every toe like gloves, and a muscle tea with tattooed arms, and back brace, and sings aloud to his walkman.  He’s balding on the crown of his head, you can see, when he takes his toque off.  He gets a call on his phone and sits on the weight bench and starts shouting at the person on the end of the line, ‘No! I just didn’t have time!’  Another guy, stands blocking doorways and puts his water bottle on benches, so you have to ask him to move his water bottle or himself out of the doorway and hoots and shouts when he’s lifting, ‘C’MON’.  A woman, tattoo sleeves and back tattoos, and wears a tank top, of course, wouldn’t want to miss them, and frosted short hair walking across the floor in lunges.  Water bottle guy, sometimes gives her advice.  The salt and pepper haired guy, sweat down his spine. tanned with the instructor getting him to do lunges on a bench with dumbbells in each hand, bench presses more than I can.  These older dads like cast iron pans.  The huge fat guy, bald, glasses, goatee, looks like The One Who Eats, with the instructor benching twice what I can, fat around him like the michelin man’s big brother dressed in black.  There almost every morning.  He’ll drop a lot of pounds if he keeps it up.  His will be an amazing transformation.  Brunette in the corner working on her abs, doing the plank. Her deltoid carved out of her shoulder like a computer mouse.   White haired hunchback old lady, hobbit sized, pumping away at the exercise bike, every morning.  Says ‘Hi Emily’,  to the instructor filling a water bottle, when she walks by.

The People at the Gym.