Can I Get A Spot?
Thursday, July 19th, 2007So I’m training at the gym, headphones on, music cranked, and here comes “Mr. Muscles” . . . “Can I get a spot?” Sure, I think to myself, I’ll stop what I’m doing, shut off my music, take off my headphones, and give you a spot. Which, to be honest, I really don’t mind. I figure you’ll look more ridiculous if I have to come and lift 225lbs off your larynx. I also am not exempt from asking for a little help every now and then.
At any rate, the guy was bench pressing, I believe there was 255 on the bar and he wasn’t exactly “small” by any definition. I immediately ask if he would like a lift-off to which he gives no response because he still has his headphones in his ears and he can’t hear a word I’m saying. I make no effort to aid in a lift-off and he proceeds to crank out a good 8 reps. By the 9th rep, he needs my help. He is able to get it off his chest but fails midway through the motion. I am there to help him push it through to the top of the rep. Then he does something that drives me mad, he proceeds to utter the words, “One more!” I immediately think to myself, are you crazy, you couldn’t get the last rep by yourself and there’s no way you’re going to be able to get another, besides, I just trained biceps yesterday. As quickly as the thought exits my mind, he proceeds to drop the bar to attempt another rep. As predictable as rain, he barely gets it off his chest and then comes to a complete stop. I quickly grab the bar but I refuse to lift it off of him, I make him work for it and work hard. He grunts, he groans, he squirms, and pushes with all his might and half of mine, to complete the rep. Red-faced and sweat pouring down his head he gets up, gives me a half of a smile, and a nod of gratitude. I walk away wondering if he’ll be hard pressed to ask for my spot again.
At the other end of the spectrum lies my recent experience in my quest for a bench press spot. Not recognizing any of the usual members I occasionally acknowledge with a nod and a smile, I look around for someone I think I can trust to not get myself injured. I spot a guy with some decent size who is working out nearby and is executing his particular exercise with perfect form. I think to myself, he’s got some weight training knowledge, he’s not new to the gym, and he doesn’t look like an ax murderer, so I’ll go over and ask for a spot.