NO GIRLY MEN ALLOWED!

Yesterday I marched up to the gym, ready to do my chest-tri work out and crush it, when I was delayed . . . by a little girly man, if you can even call him a man. Wearing all white, from his white tennis shoes, to his khaki shorts, even his white, leather-strapped hat was white, but yet he still felt the need to adorn the brim of his hat with his fake turtle-shell Oakleys. Sitting on the bench (not working out) talking to two of his buddies, I politely ask him if he has any sets left, and he rolled his eyes up to me, flexed, and said he had one more and huffed as he told his girly friends he’d be right there, as he strained to press his small dumbbells a few times. As he threw them to the floor, after an obviously exhausting workout, he shot me a menacing look, so I politely asked, “can you leave those weights there . . . I warm up with that.” Not knowing what to say, he just got up didn’t know what to do next and walked away to the next bench, and after my warm up, it was time to CRUSH IT! So I picked up the 90 Lbs dumbbells, sat them on my lap, smiled, then leaned back and bumped out my sets, with the girly man still watching, because girly me don’t actually work out. What Would Arnold Do? Arnold would CRUSH IT without hesitation and throw out the girly men from the gym!