That’s oddly wholesome for a shitpost

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I fucking can’t with this shit.

Awhile ago I regularly went to a gym, had sort of a routine. I tried working with a trainer who kept trying to get me to stop using the various machines, instead strapping elastic things to my kegs and making me do spider walks and weird crawls and all this goofy shit that made me feel so incredibly self conscious.

I get that there may be some specific benefits but it’s hard enough just using the damn machines in the presence of other people and the social anxiety around that, and this motherfucker wanted me crawling around the damn floor and not touching the damn machines I’m paying to use.

I hate this shit.