There are people at my gym who absolutely kill me. There is one guy in particular who will get on the treadmill, speed it up to where he should be doing a slow jog, and take TREMENDOUS strides, pumping those arms almost to the ceiling (VERY exagerated), then turn around and do it backwards. I keep waiting for him to lose his step and fly into the mirror behind the treadmill. The newest is a scrawny girl who strolls in, makes sure she says hello to ALL the guys in the cardio section, then gets on a treadmill. She walks (maybe at a speed of 3) for a few minutes, then jogs (maybe 4 mph) for a minute or so, then walks again. After a few reps of that, she pulls her shirt up (of course she doesn't bring a towel), showing off her stomach, which is relatively flat but nothing special, and DABS her face like she has really exerted herself when she hasn't even broken a sweat. She sips her water, then rolls the bottle over her forehead and neck while STANDING on the sides of the treadmill. I listen to my MP3 while I run, and I just happened to catch part of her conversation the other day between songs. She stood on the sides again, and took her pulse. She told the guy next to her, "Not bad, it's 88". This is after she had been on the thing for 25 min. Then she got off and left the gym. Meanwhile, I'm on my treadmill working my ass off doing sprint intervals at 6 and 7 mph (fast for me), sweat DRIPPING off my forehead, my water 1/2 gone, my towel soaked, and my HRM showing a pulse of 160-175. And this scrawny ass fake comes in acting like she's really doing something just to be able to say that she went to the gym that morning. I wanted to pinch her little head off.
I tend to give some of the regulars who irritate me nicknames, such as tri-athelete Barbie (who is short, hardly an ounce of fat anywhere, and pure muscle), her friends Ken and the Boy (who try to outdo each other and show off every chance they get), Ric Flair (who is tall, skinny and likes to yell WHOOO!!! at the top of his lungs so I hear him over my headphones), Coconut Barbie (who wears so much coconut-scented lotion I smell it across the gym and it makes me want to puke) and the women who have been going for months but won't exert themselves and still look exactly the same as they did when they started...flabby arms and pot-bellies. If you are going to spend money on a gym membership and get up to be there at 5:30 in the morning, make it worthwhile.