There are a number of types of people that you see at the gym. There are the heavy lifters, who go there to grunt and lift ridiculously heavy weights, there are the casual gym-goers who just kind of go through their routine and leave, and then there are the people like me: the noobs.
I started going to the gym with my friend mark about a month ago whereupon I strained my biceps doing some lame amount of weight and we didn't go again for another 2 and half weeks. Basically what people like me do is walk around looking at weight machines while contemplating whether or not they want to look like total fools and attempt to learn how to work them. Once they actually make the decision to take the risk and try to lift something because, after all, why else are they there, they inevitably have to go through the humiliation of adjusting the weight about 100 pounds to the lighter and still struggle to push or pull or do whatever they end up feeling like the will of the machine is.
Admittedly, this is a bit of a hyperbole, but in essence, it's quite accurate. Being an inexperienced gym-goer is rather lame. But, oh well. At least no one else really cares... or notices haha.
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