Sunday, January 27, 2013

The Sweaty Truth About The Gym

Here s a gross one about working out. One morning I woke up exceptionally early. The night before, I made up my mind that I was going to go to the gym and work out, real early. I arrived at the gym a little after it opened. I swiped my membership card and headed back to the workout area. This fact didn't bother me at the time and so I payed it no mind. I did my stretching and decided to do some bench press. I thought to myself,  I want to lift a bunch of weight but I need someone to watch me in case something goes wrong.

I sat there for a minute and then it clicked,  I ll ask the other guy if he will spot me.  I lay down under the weight and positioned myself. I just expected him to watch but to my surprise he straddled over my head in such a way
that his crotch was right in my face.

To make matters worse he had tiny little shorts on that were very loose fitting.  1, 2, and 3...lift  I take the bar and lower down. The first couple of repetitions go smoothly. The more tired I became the closer he squatted, bringing his crotch closer to my face. It was precisely at one of the times he came closer that I noticed a drop of sweat dangling from the crotch area of his paints. I thought to myself while staring up at this drop,  Oh God, please don t let it drop, just let me get through this last set, please God.  It was halfway though this prayer when the drop fell and landed in my open mouth. I screamed like a girl,  OH MY GOD, NOOOOO!  I dropped the weight onto my chest, he freaks out and is trying desperately to get the weight off of me. I m crying out,  OH GOD WHY!  Finally he gets the weight off of me, I said thank you and headed for the exit.