Warning! Extreme Rant! Extreme hardcore words inserted.
I guess I spoke too soon when I told Sharon that I was peaceful and feeling good. Actually I was feeling good until I went upstairs to practice my routine at my gym. Practically everyone in my gym knows that I’m preping for my comps. They all noticed the changes in my body and I’m reminded every DAMN day that I lost a lot of weight. The guys from the evening shift make stupid comments to me like “Damn! How much weight you gonna lose for this competition? or I’m glad it’s not windy outside or else you gonna get blown away. or “I be glad when this competition shit is over with so you can get your thunder thighs back.” Now truth be told these comments don’t bother me. I workout at a black gym and black men like women with meat on their bones. Even though I have no intimate interest in any of the guys at my gym they insist on telling me how they want me to look. **roll eyes** Of course I give a smart ass comment like “When you pay all my bills then you can tell me what you like, otherwise shut the hell up.” This usually take care of the problem.
Today I did one hour of slow cardio and then went upstairs to the aerobics room to practice my posing routine. One of the guys who work at my gym named Andre (name changed to protect the stupid) was upstairs so called training some chick. Now this guy is not a certified personal trainer and doesn’t know what the hell he is doing but the gym owners are cheap and instead of getting a REAL PT to train new members they get him.
As soon as I walked into the aerobics room he yells “Hey this section is closed.” Now I know better. That room is not closed but it’s hardly used and he just wanted to be alone with this new member (who was cute by the way).
“Says who?” I asked
“It’s closed on Sunday” he replied.
“If your ass can be up here then I can be up here.” I said with MAJOR attitude.
Andre knows that I get into “Angry Black Woman Mode” quickly so he didn’t press the issue. Not only that but that section the gym was not closed. As long as there isn’t a class going on up there any member can use it and many of us do. He just wanted to be alone with that chick so he can fill her up while playing personal trainer. Perv!
Anywho……………
So while I’m practicing my poses Andre says to me “You don’t never work out your legs. I never see you work your legs. All you do is cardio! That’s why you have more muscles on your upper body than your lower body!”
**insert record scratch sound**
I looked over at him with an evil expression and said “Who the hell you talkin’ to?”
“I’m just sayin’……….your legs should be as muscular like your upper body. Your legs are a little muscular but you all cock diesel up top. See? If I was your trainer I would have you balanced from head to toe”
“Are you a bodybuilder?” I asked
“No” he said
“Have you ever competed in a bodybuilding or fitness competition?”
“No”
“Then shut the f*ck up. When I want your advice I’ll give it to you.”
Did he listen? NOPE! You see, he was saying all of this to impress the chick he was half ass training. When I didn’t take what he said seriously then he felt the need to prove himself in front of her. BAD IDEA! So when he said “Well when you are tired of looking like shit then holla at ya boy. I won’t use this bad attitude of yours against you either. Shit! I’ll even give you a discount cuz sistas like you need to learn shit the hard way!”
Boxing bell “DING! DING!”
That’s was the last straw! Wonder twin powers ACTIVATE!
Form of Raging Black Woman!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I threw my towel to the floor and step right up to his face. I was beyond mad. I was furious. We talkin’ ready to go to jail for beating a n*gga’s ass furious! Before I said anything to him, I lift up his T-Shirt and poked at his 4 month old pregnant looking gut and begin to explain to him that I’ll never ask him for advice because I only ask advice from people who know what they are talking about. I also reminded him that he’s not a bodybuilder and never built his body hence why he looks like a pillsbury dough boy mascot. I also told him to never say anything else to me for the rest of the year.
Oh and I said all of this while using the words - F*ck you, Motherf*cker, “The N Word”, kiss my black ass, michelin man looking bastard, punta, ignorant, dumbazz, wanna be personal trainer, shit for brains, beat down, more “n words” and azzhole.
I was so angry and loud that some of the guys came running up to the room to see what was going on. When they realized that I was 2 seconds from catching a case they pull me away from him. One of the owners came in and when he found out what had happen he told Andre to leave the room and wait for him in his office. The owner apologized to me and promised that this will never happened again. After the chick gave the members all the details of what was going on they decided to stay in the aerobics room and gossip about it. I eventually called it a day and left.
I guess I spoke to soon about being happy. It’s been a long time since I exploaded like that on some dumbass guy. The last time I got angry like that was when Mr 140 stepped to me wrong last summer.
Why do people who don’t know what the hell they are talking about insist on giving advice to those who know what they are doing? What makes them think that they are qualified to even SPEAK?!
I’m glad that happened because the entire gym will hear about it tomorrow. This will be some juicy hot gossip for the rest of the week. *sigh*
But there is one good thing that will come out of this. I won’t have to worry about unwanted advice from stupid people at my gym anymore.
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