Besides putting weights back to the stack and wiping equipment after use, what else are the gym etiquettes?

I have to say making noise and dancing in the gym should be included in the etiquettes.

Some people tend to make a lot of noise when they are lifting weight. I am not sure if it is that heavy that they have to let it out so loud or they just have some forms of attention deficit disorder. Some hunks I experienced moaned like they were hitting multiple orgasms. Chatting in the gym is normal but some gym bunnies talk so loud that I know what restaurant they will go that night or how many guys they have hooked up with for the past week.

Dancing is a joyful way of expressing ourselves but only either in clubs, at our own places or some appropriate settings.

Let’s talk about dancing in the gym. I have noticed that only male gym goers who are actually working out and dancing together. I have never seen any females do that at all. It seems to me, we, males are more expressive than women in the gym. I have to say some people are really into it. They express not only their move but also their face. Some of them remind me of Kevin Aviance.

Today there was an African-American man who I had never seen before working out in the gym. He looked rough and muscular like Van Diesel. While I was working out on my shoulders, I glanced at him and saw him dancing salsa. I thought it was kinda cute.

Then while I was working on my triceps, he was dancing hip-hop. I started giggling to myself.

I have to say I did not really want to look at him at all but unfortunately he was working out right beside me. Plus not only me who looked at him, I guess his moves had drawn a lot of attentions, perhaps from the whole gym. Ten minutes later, he started dancing like the Black Street Boy (I guess he was in his late 30s). I thought it was sort of amusing. He still kept going on and on. Then suddenly, I guess the music must have hit his g-spot, he started moving around and sang like a ballet dancer taking on the stage. That was not cute anymore; I thought it was very annoying.

I know this is A.M.E.R.I.C.A.-the land of freedom where people can express how they feel to the world but once it sort of disturbs people around you, it becomes unbearably annoying. I just guess this dude must have some kinds of attention deficit order. He danced like he was in the Webster Hall.

I do understand how much we can get into when we listen to our favorite songs. I did it sometimes but much more subtly. For example, when I listened to Holidays by Madonna when I was working on my abs, I just moved my body with the melody or when my Hip-Hop music was on, I would move my feet, shoulder and hip a little bit but made it like I was working out. In the worst case, when I could not resist my own circuit instinct, I just locked myself in the bathroom and started dancing in front of a mirror (fortunately, the bathrooms in Crunch in Soho are big enough for me to do some dance exercise).

At the end of my work out, when his moving became so disturbing, I walked away. But I did not forget to move myself graciously with my favorite song- Got To Be Real by Cheryl Lynn.

Tae Athikomvittaya