Jun 18 2008
Hey wait, someone stole my pants!
One of the things that us aspiring lead actors have to deal with is a fitness regimen. Granted, some character types are differently shaped, but the leading man has just the one shape: rock solid. Wait, is that even a shape?
Anyway, this means we get to go to the gym. The gym is full of lots of wonderful experiences. Here are some of my favorites:
* Old men in the locker room who walk around naked all the time
* Guys who sweat all over the equipment like they just got hit with a tear gas bomb
* Guys who smell really bad and work out right next to you
* Guys who go to the gym to hit on women and pretend to exercise
* Women who… oh wait, I don’t have any complaints about the women. Maybe I should try to get into Curves?
So I went to visit this upscale gym in Reseda with an actress friend of mine who brought me in as a guest. It was pretty nice, they had a lot of amenities. Most of the cars in the parking lot were expensive luxury cars so it seems like a high class place. When I went there, I brought my backpack, changed, and left the pack in an unlocked locker in the corner. Then I worked out.
When I got back, my pack was gone. I double checked all the nearby lockers. It was a nice backpack with dragons on it too. Very sad. In the pack were two things: My black pants, and a black shirt (Luckily I took my ID and important stuff with me.) It was during the winter so it was a bit cool out (don’t be too jealous) but I had to walk out of the gym with my trench coat on and my gym shorts. I looked like the prime example of a flasher.
Later I joined a local gym, and I would run on the treadmill. So, one time I was running and my driver’s license and stuff was poking me in my pocket so I took them out and put them into the little cup-holder thingy on the machine. Later I realized I had left them there. I came back, and they were gone. I checked with the desk, but no one had turned them in. So, I lost my ID and my credit cards. The thief was fast — he had tried to use my credit card just an hour later. But I foiled him, you see — my credit card was maxed out and way overdue! Ha! That’s what you get for stealing from poor actors. So, his (I assume it was a male) transaction was declined.
Moral of these stories: watch your stuff at the gym!
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I know when I used a gym before I would always have my wallet and cell phone stuffed in my duffel bag and then secure the whole thing in a locker (which I used a saved combination lock on). Could work for you. I don’t like using those pocket things on treadmills and ellipticals much, with the exception of holding a water bottle and my iPod. But you’re right. People can steal at gyms, so be extra careful!