Me - A Comic Relief

Usually in many serious movies there is a character which provides comic relief with his antics and stupidity. I am beginning to feel that I am one.
A public clown.

I provide lot of amusement to all the gymmers(is there such a word? It better be because I am going to use it). Especially my trainer. Begin your day with a laugh. I make everybody's day. When trainer arrives, he is usually is a serious mood. By the time my session is complete, he is in a very jovial and happy mood. Not just him but literally everyone in gym. Laughter is supposed to be the best medicine. I make people healthy. I should be the trainer at the gym.

Now the other gymmers are nice. So they don't stare at me and and laugh out loud. They just keep on doing their own stuff. But that does not mean that they don't look at me. Corner of their eyes are always towards me. And a stifled laugh. When I look at them, suddenly that laugh turns into a warm smile. Nice people. It won't be long before more and more people turn in for morning exercise and a good piece of entertainment.

Cardio exercises are no problem as long as machines are manually programmed except for ellipticals. Those are pain in thighs.

But the real fun is with the weight training and other stuff. For some strange reasons the dumbbells get heavier with every passing moment. "Come on..that's just eight. Give me seven more". Be happy with what you got moron. Eight should be enough. Why do you want more? Didn't your mama teach you not to be greedy? I think that he gets a real kick out of it.

But compared to what he makes me do next, dumbbells feel like wooden stick.
Back extensions!!!!
See that pic(That's not me!! Just a pic from the net). I am supposed to bend completely from my waist so that I can see my toes. Why would I want to see my toes? I don't come to the gym to see my own toes. I can see my toes anytime I want to see my toes. I just have to bend a little forward "while standing" and there they are. Just that my stupid tummy comes in the way. Otherwise I wouldn't even have to bend.
I have to bend completely anyway. No problem. And then I have to come up. With hands crossed over my chest. Now that's a problem. Again the dumbbell conversation is repeated. For even stranger reasons I seem to be stuck on number eight. This too I can do only for eight times before I bend down and stay in that position until I use my hands or someone pulls me up.

I also managed to pull off some antics while I was stretching on a sadistic looking machine. How did I do that is impossible to tell. Maybe you can stop by my gym sometime and see for yourself and you too can have a good laugh.