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An infographic depicting the often disturbing results of a dumbell dropping, pant-splitting survey into YOUR New Year fitness resolutions and January gym habits.
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Not being able to a decent pint in the place, the music was too loud and far too many people in tracksuits for my liking.
My most unpleasant gym experience involved…paying for it for the last six months and not going EVEN ONE TIME, not even to use the hot tub. New workout gear will definitely solve that problem.
my most unpleasant gym experience was I’m the locker room, I picked my towel and dried my face, then only realised I’d picked the towel up of the guy next to me who no more than 30 seconds ago was drying his nether regions. It was most unpleasant.
My most unpleasant gym experience involved 60 minutes on the cross trainer in grey tracksuit bottoms.
Boring, soul destroying and left me with a not so discreet sweat patch around my nether regions, and a red face that was a combination of embarrassment and being completely unfit!
Witnessing pubes being dried with the communal hairdryer in the ladies. No wonder I quit going.
Years ago I had moved into a new student house and I made a point of saying to all my new housemates (three girls and two guys) I was heading to the gym and how “i’ll be back in an hour or two”. I jogged to the gym about 5 mins away and continued to run on the threadmill only to suffer a painful stitch after a minute and I couldn’t continue, my most unpleasant experience was I returned to the house about 15 mins after I left… looking like a gobshite of course.
Personally witnessing the reason Ben Dunne withdrew the hairdryers in the changing room, men drying their undercarriage with them. Flapping like the jowls of Bassett Hounds in a gale, they were..
Hahaha. This one for the win.
Ah, the old ‘all sack no tuber’ display
I was asked to spot a guy doing barbell curls.
I was pretty embarrassed standing around like a tool, in front of him as he huffed and puffed, telling him great job.
My most unpleasant gym experience involved…the morning after an office christmas party – in the hotel gym – in the sauna – with the boss – in just a towel….EW.
Doing some floor presses towards the end of a workout, when streams of sweat were running off the face of the guy who was spotting me on the presses. The sweat ran straight off his nose and chin and into my open mouth when I exhaled at the top of the first rep…. My spotter grinned, then laughed, and said, “I’m in you now, you’ve got my DNA in you”….Must have been a good 50 ml’s at least.. That was several weeks ago and I’m still gagging… That’s my worst so far. Haggis.
The kill chord (rope that stops the machine dead) on the thread mill getting caught on a pair of shorts, and running full speed into the control panelly bit. Managed to hit my knackers so hard I had to leave the gym. The worst part was it was during my assessment and I must now make eye contact with the instructor who could barely hold in his laughter every time I go back…..
You mean there are muppets out there to whom this tripe is relevant?
Involved and still regularly involves having to avoid getting punched in the face or back of the head by the elite shadow boxer who jumps around in the (normally packed) gym in rathmines. In fairness to him, I normally hear the,”iz iz iz iz iz iz iz iz” sound effects before I see him.
Here’s to a safe 2015.
Climbing onto a treadmill like a moron without noticing the thing was still on, flying backwards and crash landing onto the floor in front of a stunned audience in a tiny pokey gym. Out of shame and embarassment l climbed back on and completed the workout with what turned out to be a broken rib. It’s left me with a phobia about treadmills and travelators.
a) … not all that surprising, given the place was called “Lettuce Dodgers”
b) … seeing Colm O’Gorman in a leotard.
I’ve a few. Not all me embarrassing myself thankfully.
I was at a MMA gym in the changing room surrounded by heavily muscled bald dudes with neck tattoos and overly large muscles. Some were wrapping their hands for fighting, some were icing injuries sustained while fighting. All were in various states of undress. Beside me someone had left their bag with their mobile phone it. They got a text message and their “hilarious” text message tone was a very low, almost shy, wolf whistle. Well when it went off every guy in the changing room glared at me assuming I’d whistled at them. I said “It looks like someone got a text message” and gestured to the bag. But not one, not one, laughed or smiled or anything. They just glared at me for an extra second or two and then went back to dressing/undressing. Awkward!
PS I still go to that gym and despite appearances they are the soundest men you’ll ever meet.
Was changing in the gym recently and I heard a girl groaning and panting outside. “Ohhhh, grrrr, ahhhhh, uuuuum!”. Then I heard a male voice (Personal Trainer I assume) saying “Yeah, come on. Harder. Faster.” Finally she stops groaning and says “That was bigger than I’m used to”. “Was it too hard?” the man replied. “I like it when it’s hard” she says with determination. I know they heard me laughing from the changing room.
I farted in the gym but I had my headphones on so I’m not sure how loud it was. It felt like it might have been loud. This has happened more than once.
‘My most unpleasant gym experience involved…whilst doing short sprints in a circuit class I tripped and did a glorious face plant slide across the concrete ground in front of everyone. I had to pretend I was fine and hobble/hid the blood streaming down my leg, my way through to the end of class when all I wanted to do was for the ground to swallow me up. #fitnessfail #iwantmymummy
Mine is still clear in my mind.
I joined a new gym and about a week in decided to go for a run on the treadmill beside the “gym hot girl”
About ten minutes in and things were going well, I managed a sidewides glance and a smile from her before tripping on my laces, falling face first on the treadmill, flying off backwards onto the ground, but not before my shorts had managed to come down to my shoes.
She came over and offered me a hand up. I accepted, dusted myself off, and went to the locker room, never to return
My most unpleasant gym experience involved serious impure thoughts towards one of the new ladies that started in the gym it was so bad that I volunteered for an extra set of burpees and push ups just to distract myself and my urges, jesus sounds like I should have gone to confession.
>63% are sure they will keep their resolution
>failure is not an option.
Righto.
Whatever happened to giving up fags?
Silently competing with the only other person using the rowing machines, about four machines down, absolutely killing myself trying to keep pace and stay on longer than him. Finally giving up and moving to the treadmill and noticing in a mirror that the other person was Ronan O’Gara, that he had known exactly what I was doing and that he was laughing his ass off.
Mortified.
My most unpleasant gym experience involved floor stretches, baggy shorts, baggies boxers and two girls screaming as they came walking towards me, my visible Brussel sprouts and Christmas Turkey
My most unpleasant gym experience involved a time where I worked for a large airline in Dublin, we had a discount deal with a local gym. I was standing bollock naked drying myself down when I suddenly felt a flick of a towel against my arse, I turned around and it was the CEO of the company standing there with a big grin on his face. He continued to flick the towel at me whilst laughing then had a conversation with me while he towelled himself dry
From that day on I drove home to shower.
Crickey
Jaysus was it Ryan Air you worked for?
‘My most unpleasant gym experience involved…
forgot to bring a spare pair of boxers which meant that if were to wear the ones I went in with, I wouldn’t have a clean pair to wear for after the gym. Undeterred, I decided to continue on my original course. I went in without any boxers, and by god did I not have the most uncomfortable gyming experience of my life. The inside lining on my gym shorts were like sandpaper. Every squat felt like rubbing my arse up against a cheese grater. And because I didn’t have the soakage that the boxers would usually provide, there was sweat dripping everywhere.
Also, there was that time when I hopped on the treadmill and a stinky pair of boxers fell out the bottom of my shorts. They had been there since the previous day. Very embarrassing, that incident.
My most unpleasant gym experience was actually my first time at a gym. Thought I was the bees knees going in with my new trackie bottoms and running shoes. There was a few people in there including a gorgeous looking girl using the treadmills. I hop onto the treadmill two down from her, bottle of water in hand and confidence brimming. I pressed the button which started up some mad pre-programmed experience which the previous user must have been a marathon speed runner. I kept pace for about three minutes but the first thing to go was the bottle of water spilling onto me and whizzing off the end of the treadmill. As I looked around to see where it went, I lost balance, crashed face first into the front panel and flew off the end with more gusto than the bottle of water. The lovely lady came to my aid but was reluctant to make contact which was not surprising at all due to my bloodied nose and tracksuit bottoms which were soaked from the flying water bottle but soaked in a perfect shape and position making it look like I’d pissed myself. Left that gym and forfeited a three month membership for my mishap.
My most unpleasant gym experience was
Last Christmas.
Getting a 12 month membership for Ben Dunne’s Carlisle.
And I haven’t bin’ inside the gaff yet.
If it aint ‘bin done’ by now….
(I’ll get my lycra body warmer )
Reading the above there
Christ
They’re dangerous places
Gyms
Looks like I did right Hoop
I once went to a spin class with shorts that were a tiny bit too big for me and spent the next 45 mins flashing my big hairy crack to the 3 women behind me. The looks i received after still haunt me to this day.
My most unpleasant gym experience involved a new weight gain supplement which did not agree with me and a deadlift. To cut to the chase, I was deadlifting and shat myself. It was audible but not visible thanks to some tight boxer shorts and navy coloured tracksuit pants. It was 7am so not too busy but 2 lads definitely noticed the sound and my prompt exit.
I left all the weights on the bar that day, how embarrassing.
The word you are looking for is “shart”.
My most unpleasant gym experience involved really loud fart coming as a rolled out of the candle posting in a very zen yoga class. Scarred for life
My most unpleasant gym experience involved… going to my first ever spin class at 7am on a fitness buzz after just breaking up with my boyfriend of five years a few days before and not attaching the pedal to my foot. My foot slipped off the pedal when we did the standy up bit and then proceeded to keep spinning at a high pace into the back of my calf and slashing it. I tried to continue with the class but nearly fainted with the pain. Tried to meekly slip out of the class but my legs were still stiff from cycling so I half squatted, half walked out of there and got the elevator downstairs. I had to get 20 stitches in the back of my calf. I haven’t been to spin class since.
A guy on the treadmill wearing a suit ….i gave up and went home
Hmmm…not very interesting but very humiliating for me. I began a new fitness regime last year and ended up doing up to 5 classes a week in addition to general weight training. In the middle of doing a double HIIT class I keeled over with fatigue. I just managed to get into the bathrooms before vomiting all over the place.
Sorry to the poor staff!
It’s hard to pick between the time my underwear went missing from the ladies change room and I went to work commando or the time I fell over trying to dodge the pile of human faeces on the floor in the bathroom. :-/ Everytime I feel like a naughty treat I just remind myself I the horrors I might encounter going to the gym to ‘work it off’ and choose fruit instead
…..exercise.
accidentally hitting a female gym rat in the head with a 15kg dumbell , (who i didn’t notice was doing sit-ups next to the rack) and then having to explain it to her gym instructor boyfriend.
My most unpleasant gym experience was doing a little happy dance and fist pump when I managed to run for 10 minutes straight for the first time, only to see my rugby player ex laughing at me with his mate in the weights section, and another guy I used to date increase the speed on his already 6km sprint on the treadmill next to me. Meanwhile I was bright red, bare-faced, sweating like mad and sounding like I was having an asthma attack. The story was only recalled to me for three months afterward at various parties. But I still managed to go back and increase the total time :)
Ok, that’s unpleasant, but it’s also commendable.
Your ex sounds like a right toady little sad arse. You are well rid. Fair dues to you for returning and increasing your time.
Being there
Picked up a medicine ball with slightly sweaty hands and it slipped out of my hands and bang into a thigh of this guy walking by. Wasn’t too bad until I saw him next week in the locker room with the massive bruise I caused.
My most unpleasant gym experience involved getting a present of 6 personal trainer sessions for Christmas a few years back. We were doing a core session, I was told to lie on my back and pass a gym ball from my feet to my hands, and needless to say the excesses of the Christmas period caught up on me and a little bit of flatulence popped out. I pretended it didn’t happen, she never said anything, but Rudolph would have been envious of how red my face went
a weight machine!
Doing 5k on the rowing machine, feeling faint, then vomiting, collapsing, and being escorted off the premises. That was a bad day.