Adults are like kids. When we go to a new place, we look around and mimic what we see. It makes us look cool. We’re one of the pack.
I’ve been working at adapting new behaviors at my new gym. Some successful, some not so much.
The equipment requires adjustments so people of all sizes and levels can use it. Sometimes I sit on a piece for a few minutes and can’t figure it out. I just move on to the next. Then I watch someone else as they tweak it up. Each day I learn something new. First thing I learned was to make sure the weight level is always at the lowest. It’s either that or have 911 on speed dial.
There is the “swagger.” I didn’t have it at first. Then I realized that you get that after you exercise and can barely walk. It’s not so much of a swagger as a cry to your legs to work properly. In a straight line. With both feet pointed in the same direction. I got that down pat fast.
Some people walk around with towels draped on their shoulders. I rarely sweat but some guys are soaked as soon as they sit on a piece of equipment. They need a beach towel to sop that mess up. I wonder if I should bring my “cat” towel to swing around. Nothing says “pumped up bitch” like a cat towel.
I have to lie to one machine. You can punch in a “program.” It asks your weight and age. When I put my age in it goes blank. Obviously no one in my particular decade should be on that machine so I lie to it. It is a bicycle type thing. Nothing unique or dangerous. I never thought I’d have to lie about my age to a piece of equipment.
The grunt – guys do this more than the women. One of the adjustments is the weight tension. I am at the lowest end. These guys are at the upper end. I would grunt too.
There is an attitude to adopt…like you know what you are doing. I spent my life trying to look like I know what I’m doing so I should be good at it.