Spent some time today during my upper-body workout at Planet Fitness reflecting on how I became such a rule-follower and resisting the very strong urge I have to police the rule-breakers, telling myself, “You don’t work here,” “This has nothing to do with you,” and “Finish your own workout and get out of here.”
Background
Planet Fitness has a rule stating:
There was a guy there tonight in flip flops — who happened to be hot, which made it extra challenging for me not to keep looking at him — doing free weights and the multi-station workout machines.
Here are all the thoughts I had over the course of the 45 minutes I was there:
“I wonder why no front-desk workers have told him that he can’t be working out in those because it’s a safety hazard.”
“Why hasn’t that digital sign on the monitors throughout the gym come up to that slide that says, “Flip flops are great at the beach. But they are a hazard at the gym. And not allowed.”
“That guy would never just happen to walk by the monitors at a time when that one slide was showing anyway, much less be looking at it — or care.”
Once when he walked right by me, I thought hard: “Don’t do it. Don’t say anything. Man, he’s hot.”
“I wonder if I alerted the front desk people to him, if they would actually approach him.”
“I wonder if I did alert the front desk to the situation, and they didn’t approach the guy, and then the guy dropped a weight on his foot and sued Planet Fitness…”
Bless my absolute mess.
At the one I go to, there is a section called 30 minute circuit which means that you do all the machines there plus some cardio in 30 minutes. Some people think they can park on one machine there for 30 minutes.
People!!!