To Speak Up Or Not, THAT Is The Question
Gym etiquette seems to be big in my world. I cross paths with all walks of life during my time. Everyone: No-neck gym rats, jazzercisers, sweat-hogs, the how-do-I-lookers, ear-piercing grunters and everything in between. People just amaze me some times. Lately I’ve been noticing the stupid-human-tricksters running rampid.
Oh c’mon. You know the type. They are normally a novice exercise goer’ who sees a great exercise on TV, or reads one of their ‘muscle’ magazines, or catches a YouTube video with their favorite professional hero/athlete doing some sort of super-human, super-tough, exercise regime that is GUARANTEED to make them bigger, stronger and faster – just like their hero. The exercise isn’t really my beef. It’s the way the exercise is performed that just slays me. For some strange reason these ‘little engine’s that could’ think they can perform an advanced movement without some sort of practice, preparation or research in to the why/what/ when/ where and how of the total movement. They pick a weight too heavy, a height too high, and attempt the impossible without any regards for personal or tertiary safety.
The movement is done half-way, the weights are slamming, the rack is rattling, and in the end I’m pretty sure they hurt some portion of their body. All because so-and-so said it works. I know, I know. The novice (and most experienced gym goer’s) think that just because so-and-so looks good, with that chiseled body, that they MUST know what they are talking about. The same habit applies to the ‘big guy’ in the gym barking out advice to everyone because their not ‘lifting right’.
So the point of my story….
I wanted to ask a question. When do you speak up? When do you the laymen (or professional) tap the ‘dood’ or ‘doodette’ on the shoulder and intervene? Not only WHEN do you intervene, but HOW. I must admit, I lack the tact and some how always come across as an arrogant self-centered ‘know-it-all’. Every time I’ve tried to ‘help’ someone, it ends up being this uncomfortable exchange of testosterone or an eerie presence of just plain ole ‘weird’.
I have nothing but good intentions, and in the end I just want to convey the safety of their movement. The safety and the effectiveness of their actions. I mean lets be serious here. I don’t think there is anyone who attends the gym and exercises that wants to waste their time? Am I right?
So readers, at what point do you politely offer kind-hearted advice without stepping on anyone’s toes?