You might be a gym rat if . . . .
. . . . you wear SHORT, tight, shorts.
. . . . you wear florescent shorts.
. . . . you wear tight, florescent shorts,
. . . . you wear ANYTHING florescent.
. . . . the entire staff calls you by name.
. . . . you tore the sleeves off your t-shirt.
. . . . you do NOT wear the t-shirt the gym gave you.
. . . . you know in your head how many reps you did yesterday, and how many you need to do today.
. . . . you know in your head the Body Mass Index chart.
. . . . you know in your head the Body Fat Percentage chart.
. . . . you know your Body Fat Percentage.
. . . . your water jug has more than water in it.
. . . . your upper arms are bigger than my legs.
. . . . you wear headphones all the time, even when they are NOT plugged in to anything.
. . . . you team up with someone else. Misery loves company.
. . . . your warm-up exercises are different than the person next to you.
. . . . your entire routine is different than ANY person in the gym.
. . . . you carry your gear in anything BUT a gym bag.
. . . . you know the names of all the contraptions in the gym AND how to use them.
. . . . about half the members of your family are also health nuts.
. . . . all conversations eventually turn to talking about supplements, exercise, etc.
. . . . no pain, no gain.
At least, that is what I see. Comment on your observations below. 🙂
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