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BLACKHAWK3634 · 06-09-2008, 06:22 PM

So, I finished up the semester at college a couple weeks ago and arrived home all pumped up and ready to hit the weights hardcore over break. I head over to a nearby gym that I frequent when I'm not away at school and signed up for the three month $100 student membership on May 28th. The place is great, it is fairly large but never busy. Almost everyone who goes there, with the exception of maybe a dozen or so legitimate lifters, just walks on the treadmills and keeps to themselves. On most any day I can walk in and find peace and solitude in my corner of the gym where the squat rack and power rack resides. No one bothers me, no one complains, I get my lifts done.

Fast forward a mere four days to June 2nd. I'm driving down this serene road in my VW Jetta, listening to my music, and getting all amped up for some heavy squatting. I round the last corner as my gym comes into view; all is well. Wait! I look up ahead and do not see the red, white, and blue beacon of hope that is the World Gym sign. Instead, waving gingerly in the breeze like the flag of a gay pirate ship is the purple and yellow banner of planet fitness!

I park my car and begin walking briskly towards the door. Fearing the worse I begin praying to the gods of heavy lifting and recite Beradi's habits as if they were the rosary. I swipe my card and push past the herd of fat ladies lurking around the front desk. I cross my fingers and look towards my beloved corner. What do I see? Of course not my power rack. Looming in the distance, mocking me, is a barney the fucking dinosaur purple SMITH MACHINE!

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06-09-2008, 06:22 PM	#1 (permalink)
BLACKHAWK3634 Orange Belt Join Date: May 2005 Location: Mass. Posts: 464	Planet Fitness Screwed Me So, I finished up the semester at college a couple weeks ago and arrived home all pumped up and ready to hit the weights hardcore over break. I head over to a nearby gym that I frequent when I'm not away at school and signed up for the three month $100 student membership on May 28th. The place is great, it is fairly large but never busy. Almost everyone who goes there, with the exception of maybe a dozen or so legitimate lifters, just walks on the treadmills and keeps to themselves. On most any day I can walk in and find peace and solitude in my corner of the gym where the squat rack and power rack resides. No one bothers me, no one complains, I get my lifts done. Fast forward a mere four days to June 2nd. I'm driving down this serene road in my VW Jetta, listening to my music, and getting all amped up for some heavy squatting. I round the last corner as my gym comes into view; all is well. Wait! I look up ahead and do not see the red, white, and blue beacon of hope that is the World Gym sign. Instead, waving gingerly in the breeze like the flag of a gay pirate ship is the purple and yellow banner of planet fitness! I park my car and begin walking briskly towards the door. Fearing the worse I begin praying to the gods of heavy lifting and recite Beradi's habits as if they were the rosary. I swipe my card and push past the herd of fat ladies lurking around the front desk. I cross my fingers and look towards my beloved corner. What do I see? Of course not my power rack. Looming in the distance, mocking me, is a barney the fucking dinosaur purple SMITH MACHINE! (SEE OTHER TWO POSTS FOR COMPLETE STORY) __________________ Driving the Randy Moss Bandwagon Lifting heavy shit Makes you less of a pussy Deadlift now, homo. -Remy Last edited by BLACKHAWK3634; 06-09-2008 at 06:45 PM.