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In Cape Town, I have an outside gym on the beach. Sometimes it’s sunny yet windy, sometimes it’s downright shitty. But no matter what, the pull-up bars and horizontal bars are there, waiting for someone to make some killer gains.
So I go work out. Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, I lift for strength. Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays are for HIIT involving jump rope and core exercises. Sunday is for ultimate frisbee (finally, I found a group that plays on the beach — it’s a kickass time).
I bring headphones and listen to podcasts on occasion. Other times I go and listen to the waves and the sound of my heavy breathing…
But every now and then, I hear something like this:
“You’ve gotta put your elbows like this…yeah, make sure you go down slow…well, maybe I’m doing it wrong, I don’t know…”
And this f*cking irritates me.
You have the absolute nerve to instruct others in the art of lifting or doing bodyweight exercises and you…
