Life Musings

I've been taking this cardiovascular boot camp class at my gym. This is a very demanding class that involves a lot of jumping jacks, lunges, plyometrics, interval training, and other intense exercises. It's designed to leave even fit individuals gasping for breath.

I love the class with all my heart. I love it! However, some of the bozos in the group are incredibly annoying. There's this group of jackasses who keep barking and howling throughout the class, sometimes even as the instructor is talking. Their cries of "Woof! Woof! Woof!" are just bloody irritating. The worst offender has even taken to yelling out "I love this!" at random moments during the class.

The worst part? They're not even doing the exercises right! Not even close. During the marching and running drills, their feet barely leave the ground. When punching, there's virtually no twisting in their torsos and their arms don't go anywhere near full extension. And when squatting, their rear ends don't go down more than a few inches. They look like a bunch of nine-year-old girls.

Those bozos are incredibly annoying.

Oh, and that worst offender in the group? He keeps turning around or walking around to other parts of the room so that he can chat with some of the ladies. I've been told that he's a married man, and I know that it might be perfectly innocent on his part. Somehow though, I doubt it -- not if he's paying attention to the ladies instead of the exercises.

Of course, the gym management isn't going to do anything about this. After all, while they're an annoying distraction, I can't quite say that they're disrupting the class. Still, I wish that the class instructor would say something like "Some of you guys are all talk! Pour that energy into your feet, not your mouths, you bozos!"