2008 Woodie Awards
It's a jungle in there
Belen Garcia
Issue date: 3/14/06 Section: Sports
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Upon pondering the many topics to delve into in my biweekly rants, scenes and scenarios run through my head like Marion Jones; however, this week I have settled on the Power Plant, or as I call it "The Jungle."
Anyone who has worked out in the Power Plant knows what I am talking about. The Power Plant is home to some of the best people watching opportunities on campus, since you have the chance to see the many breeds of exercisers in one isolated area.
First, you have your cardio junkies, like yours truly, whose sole purpose is to get in there, run on the treadmill or the bike, break a good sweat and get out and on with the day. Next, there are the social lifters that will stay at the power plant for what seems like five hours and only get in about two or so tricep extensions and then leave. Then there are the hardcore lifters, whose sole goal is to get big and then get bigger. And of course there are the athletic teams, there because they have to be, when you know they would rather be out attending some exclusive party. And don't forget the hopefuls, you know who they are. Those guys trying to turn those man-boobs into rock hard pecs of death.
But the real species of exerciser that I want to focus on is breed that I have named "the peacocks." This species of exerciser can be male or female. They are the exercisers that take a good hour just getting ready to workout. The male will gel his hair and make sure that all parts of this athletic apparel match perfectly and the female will make sure that her make-up is done to the nines and that her spandex and sports bra are laced up tight.
Then the dance begins. The male peacock will begin his lifting regimen after he has chest bumped and pounded his buddies. Then he will lift, stopping occasionally to wipe his sweat off in the mirror and sneak a little peek at some chiseled part of his body, most likely his wannabe six-pack.
While this is going on, the female of the species will park herself on a bike or elliptical machine with the latest Cosmo, plug in her iPod and proceed to burn a good 12 calories. This is all after she has taken care to stretch every single spandexed muscle in her body in the middle of the gym, just in case.
Peacocks are strange, elusive and mystical beings put on this Earth for our entertainment. So grab your binocs SMC, it's bird watching season.
Anyone who has worked out in the Power Plant knows what I am talking about. The Power Plant is home to some of the best people watching opportunities on campus, since you have the chance to see the many breeds of exercisers in one isolated area.
First, you have your cardio junkies, like yours truly, whose sole purpose is to get in there, run on the treadmill or the bike, break a good sweat and get out and on with the day. Next, there are the social lifters that will stay at the power plant for what seems like five hours and only get in about two or so tricep extensions and then leave. Then there are the hardcore lifters, whose sole goal is to get big and then get bigger. And of course there are the athletic teams, there because they have to be, when you know they would rather be out attending some exclusive party. And don't forget the hopefuls, you know who they are. Those guys trying to turn those man-boobs into rock hard pecs of death.
But the real species of exerciser that I want to focus on is breed that I have named "the peacocks." This species of exerciser can be male or female. They are the exercisers that take a good hour just getting ready to workout. The male will gel his hair and make sure that all parts of this athletic apparel match perfectly and the female will make sure that her make-up is done to the nines and that her spandex and sports bra are laced up tight.
Then the dance begins. The male peacock will begin his lifting regimen after he has chest bumped and pounded his buddies. Then he will lift, stopping occasionally to wipe his sweat off in the mirror and sneak a little peek at some chiseled part of his body, most likely his wannabe six-pack.
While this is going on, the female of the species will park herself on a bike or elliptical machine with the latest Cosmo, plug in her iPod and proceed to burn a good 12 calories. This is all after she has taken care to stretch every single spandexed muscle in her body in the middle of the gym, just in case.
Peacocks are strange, elusive and mystical beings put on this Earth for our entertainment. So grab your binocs SMC, it's bird watching season.