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complaining in the gym

I complain about a lot of things, including workouts. Consider it an acknowledgment that a workout sucks, but I will finish it. My goal isn't to bring someone's mood down. My goal is to let that person know, I understand the suck of the moment too. There are also times I am working out a problem, one piece at a time. While the entire movement isn't great, maybe the first part is. It's all my mind can handle. I acknowledge the problem I'm having, but I'm still trying to make progress on it. My goal is not to say "look at me, look at me," but to remind myself that progress can be slow and I will get there if I keep trying.

There are also those that know what their problems are and don't fix it. They continue to complain about it. Take an inflexible person. He/she knows that the limited range of motion is going to make movements difficult, but this person refuses to work on flexibility. They don't stretch out after a workout nor do they warm up before it. When it becomes a limiting factor in a workout, this person complains. Please stop whining. I have no tolerance for it. You willingly let this problem get worse or not get resolved. It is very irresponsible behavior towards your body.

If you whine, evaluate what's going on. When I feel complaining mode starting to set in, I ask myself a few questions. Have I complained about this before, is it getting excessive? Can I correct what I'm complaining about? Is what I'm saying encouraging quit in those around me? I like my gym friends, I want them to progress. I don't want any of my actions to encourage other people to quit when they can still give. If you're in a good gym, this is a mutual thing. People encourage each other. Maintaining this environment means keeping whining to a minimum. Before you wreck it, ask yourself about the why and what of your whining. Also ask if it is necessary to air out your whining to everyone or if it is better suited to keep to yourself.


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