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I've been meaning to make a journal entry lately about how fucking lonely it is living in Denton by myself, but then something funny happened at the gym today that has wholly superceded that compulsion.
I was doing some stiff-legged deadlifts when this black guy comes up behind me (yes, awkward) and taps on my shoulder.
"Say, can you spot me?" He indicated the weights on the ground next to his bench.
I said sure, and pulled my earphones off so that I could give him my full attention. Spotting can be important if someone feels they really need it, so you don't want to fuck up and send them off to the hospital because you didn't know you were supposed to grab their arm and not the barbell, or something like that.
As he pops the weights up I grabbed his wrists for support, and he leveled out. He did his set and I went back to my deadlifts. Afteward, he came up and said, "Thanks, that's some dope shit your listening to by the way."
I almost choked from trying not to laugh, like physically convulsed in front of this guy. The impossible had happened, and no agents from the Matrix were walking through the gym to get to me. A 250 pound body building black man had just complimented me on the "dope shit" I was listening to, which happened to be Erasure's newest album, Nightbird.
That's right, Erasure.
-Sean
I was doing some stiff-legged deadlifts when this black guy comes up behind me (yes, awkward) and taps on my shoulder.
"Say, can you spot me?" He indicated the weights on the ground next to his bench.
I said sure, and pulled my earphones off so that I could give him my full attention. Spotting can be important if someone feels they really need it, so you don't want to fuck up and send them off to the hospital because you didn't know you were supposed to grab their arm and not the barbell, or something like that.
As he pops the weights up I grabbed his wrists for support, and he leveled out. He did his set and I went back to my deadlifts. Afteward, he came up and said, "Thanks, that's some dope shit your listening to by the way."
I almost choked from trying not to laugh, like physically convulsed in front of this guy. The impossible had happened, and no agents from the Matrix were walking through the gym to get to me. A 250 pound body building black man had just complimented me on the "dope shit" I was listening to, which happened to be Erasure's newest album, Nightbird.
That's right, Erasure.
-Sean