My rebuttal to John.

Jeebus, what got your panties in a knot? Do you realize that not everyone is at the gym to become a obsessive denier of pleasure who counts the number of almonds they eat in a day so they can make sure their body fat is exactly 2.000000% of their entire body mass? That some of us are there with no other goal than to BALANCE OUT A SHITTY DIET? (We’re not trying to gain on it. Just as an example, I had fried chicken, Greek fries, and an M&M cookie at the Mad Greek Deli today and it was GLORIOUS.) That I can yammer on and even complain in the gym during particular exercises like ring rows because there’s no way I’m ever going to cardiovascular failure on that, just muscle failure? That marginal gains in fitness add up over time without actually permanently hurting you? (I know you don’t hurt yourself that often, but wait ’til you get older and creakier.)

Yeah, I know, I’m not exactly the one you’re talking to, I’m often the guy resting his head on the bannister during rest periods, mumbling incoherently, trying to get some air in my lungs before the next round. And I know some people need to push a bit harder, but I just wanted to balance out your rant. We’re all going to Recreate Fitness, and not Look-at-my-sky-high-testosterone-level Fitness. And even the people who look like they’re slacking a little, who don’t look like the fittest people you’d meet in a gym, are working a lot harder at Recreate Fitness than they would at a local generic gym.

We’re all kinds of people and I support everyone &mdash as long as they’re not in the way of my jingle-jangles or heavy medball carries. We know who we are and what we can do.

So I say to you all, get in there and sweat and I’ll make sure to mop up afterwards.

Speaking of which, how much extra am I paying to mop those floors anyway?