went to the gym today and did 20 mins on the stationary bike and realized near about min 19 that i was seated completely backwards so that i was facing the treadmillers behind (in front of) me the whole time. i cancelled my membership 5 minutes ago. good call or nah?

I'm so osrry this happened to you. come work out in my garage instead. it is a judgment free zone and there is no air conditioning

maybe let it cool off for a week before coming back in with a full beard, etc., etc. that reminds me of an amusing anecdote. one time I was at the gym and I hopped off the elliptical and one of the employees was like "could you please wipe that down." I was like wipe what down, i only touched the little handle bars. they said yeah wipe that down. i did but you better believe i was peeved

[quote=joop;%2Fbloards%2Fgym_bloard%2Ftopics%2Fgym-blunders-thread-so-embarrassing-facepal-m%2Fposts%2F4905] maybe let it cool off for a week before coming back in with a full beard, etc., etc. that reminds me of an amusing anecdote. one time I was at the gym and I hopped off the elliptical and one of the employees was like "could you please wipe that down." I was like wipe what down, i only touched the little handle bars. they said yeah wipe that down. i did but you better believe i was peeved [/quote] I'm so sorry this happened to you. come work out in my garage instead. it doesn't have a very clean floor and we don't wipe anything down ever.

i worked out at eriks gargage once. that place has an incredible atmosphere of manly testosterone and energy. i was a beast. i was a a machine. but i got tooo buff and i couldnt fit through the door, even the door you drive the car out of, i was just that buff. had to stay there and wait for my muscles to atrophy subsisting only on thin vegetable soup and any ants i could catch and eat. i was stuck in there for 3 weeks and erik kept driving his stupid little go kart around honking the little horn and crashing into me over and over.

where can i post my jim blunders (of the barnabcle variety specificalyl)

Barnacle Jim is a llong face shit bag and even looking at himn counts as a damn blunder for everybody within a one mile radius of whoever looked at him or a picture of him. The radius is one mile long because that's the length of Barnacle Jim's damn fucked up looking face it looks like a big ass toilet.

[quote=goatsebuster;%2Fbloards%2Fgym_bloard%2Ftopics%2Fgym-blunders-thread-so-embarrassing-facepal-m%2Fposts%2F4921] where can i post my jim blunders (of the barnabcle variety specificalyl) [/quote] [quote=Mister%20Spigetti;%2Fbloards%2Fgym_bloard%2Ftopics%2Fgym-blunders-thread-so-embarrassing-facepal-m%2Fposts%2F4930] Barnacle Jim is a llong face shit bag and even looking at himn counts as a damn blunder for everybody within a one mile radius of whoever looked at him or a picture of him. The radius is one mile long because that's the length of Barnacle Jim's damn fucked up looking face it looks like a big ass toilet. [/quote] I'm so sorry this happened to you. come work out in my garage. I'll spot you and scream insensitive stuff about your parents and how they're disappointed in you in your face while you try to give me one last rep.

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Funny, I too was invited to work out in Erik's garage. The instructions he gave me took me down a winding country road with almost no lights to speak of. I don't think anyone lives that far out, or at least I didn't at the time. I was just about to turn back when I saw his "house" in the clearing. [img]https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7iYK7SK_ZDI/VsDN47tjwYI/AAAAAAAAAi8/LWOcqUyr6AU/s1600/15.08.29.1.JPG[/img] Against my better judgement I decided to be polite and knock on the door. "Little" Erik (he was 6'8 and weighed at least 400 lbs by my recollection) opened the door and walking me inside towards the "fitness room". What was in there was appalling, a dirty rusted up toilet, a toddler's trike with a computer monitor tied to the handlebars, and some rusted up scrap metal he called weights, but I didn't want to be rude so I feigned a simple workout while I planned my escape. I must not have been paying much attention, I was a little freaked out, because Erik slipped away for a moment and came back looking like this (I managed to snap a picture): [img]https://i.ytimg.com/vi/Ov3oKe7mBZo/maxresdefault.jpg[/img] He kept saying "now the real workout can begin" and throwing ants all over me. I couldn't take it anymore and took off the "workout chains" he threw on me earlier, and made my escape. The whole time he was chasing my car and crying before I finally lost him and got back home. I don't think Little Erik cares about working out at all, and I highly discourage anyone from going to his garage for sets and reps. This Little Erik guy is kind of a jerk!

[quote=kingdad42;%2Fbloards%2Fgym_bloard%2Ftopics%2Fgym-blunders-thread-so-embarrassing-facepal-m%2Fposts%2F4948]This Little Erik guy is kind of a jerk! [/quote] How peculiar, I've had nothing but good experiences at Erik's gym. Last time I was there he fed me some of his homemade beef sticks while I ran on his human-sized hamster wheel. Unfortunately I had forgotten my water receptacle at home and all he had to offer to quench my thirst was a jar of pre-soviet era marinara sauce which he scooped into my mouth as I continued my workout. But ya can't be picky if ya want them gains am I right ahhaha

[quote=kingdad42;%2Fbloards%2Fgym_bloard%2Ftopics%2Fgym-blunders-thread-so-embarrassing-facepal-m%2Fposts%2F4948] Funny, I too was invited to work out in Erik's garage. The instructions he gave me took me down a winding country road with almost no lights to speak of. I don't think anyone lives that far out, or at least I didn't at the time. I was just about to turn back when I saw his "house" in the clearing. [img]https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7iYK7SK_ZDI/VsDN47tjwYI/AAAAAAAAAi8/LWOcqUyr6AU/s1600/15.08.29.1.JPG[/img] Against my better judgement I decided to be polite and knock on the door. "Little" Erik (he was 6'8 and weighed at least 400 lbs by my recollection) opened the door and walking me inside towards the "fitness room". What was in there was appalling, a dirty rusted up toilet, a toddler's trike with a computer monitor tied to the handlebars, and some rusted up scrap metal he called weights, but I didn't want to be rude so I feigned a simple workout while I planned my escape. I must not have been paying much attention, I was a little freaked out, because Erik slipped away for a moment and came back looking like this (I managed to snap a picture): [img]https://i.ytimg.com/vi/Ov3oKe7mBZo/maxresdefault.jpg[/img] He kept saying "now the real workout can begin" and throwing ants all over me. I couldn't take it anymore and took off the "workout chains" he threw on me earlier, and made my escape. The whole time he was chasing my car and crying before I finally lost him and got back home. I don't think Little Erik cares about working out at all, and I highly discourage anyone from going to his garage for sets and reps. This Little Erik guy is kind of a jerk! [/quote] hey pal, those ants aren't gonna chase themselves