I've spent a decent chunk of my thought-energy today trying to suss out my philosophy of taking the weight plates off the machines at the gym when I am finished using them. The trigger happened last night at the gym: Josh and I had finished using the leg press and were moving on to the next machine when a random old man came up to me to ask if we had finished doing squats. Thinking that he wanted to use the machine, I said that we were done. Josh, also not realizing where it was headed, went off to start his hip exercises.
The old man asked if I'd mind helping him to strip the weight plates from the machine. I asked if he wanted the weights somewhere specific, but he said no and then went on an asshole rant about how people leaving weights on the machines caused him to have to "waste time" stripping the machines himself. Um, yeah, jackass... that's what happens when you unnecessarily take responsibility for random shit in the world... you waste a lot of time.
It turned out that he didn't want to use the machine OR the weights. It's just that his OCD apparently takes the form of needing to keep the weight room pristinely organized.
Once I realized that he had embarked on an asshole rant, I walked away in the middle of his talking. Josh said that I should have told him to "toughen up, old man!" He might have been old, but he had that kind of former-quarterback booming manner that puts me off, and he was burly, so I just wanted to go away. It was annoying because I don't like admitting to being wrong, but I actually did it even though I thought his presence and manner were irritating, and then when he went on the asshole rant I decided that he wasn't a good test subject upon whom to practice being a better citizen.
Technically, the rule is that you leave the machine totally clear for the next person, so my lawyer brain knew that he was right.
But then I thought about it on and off all day today. For me, it boils down to the following principles:
1. You should not leave your sweat, head grease, and other bodily grime for the next person to find.
2. You should also not leave the smooth-surfaced 100 pound weights hanging on the bar. I don't even know if I
can lift that shit, and even if I can, I don't want to.
3. You should also not leave small weights on the bar, because it's likely that the next person is going to have to take those off.
Josh and I left 45 pound plates on the machine, which I am usually ok with doing because whenever I arrive at the machine and find it already stocked with 45 pound weights, I feel like it's a good karma day at the gym. Plus, most people that I see using the leg press do it with some combination of 45 pound weights.
But maybe my whole analysis is too me-centered, I started to think.
I don't like the 100 pound weights,
I like the 45 pound weights. Maybe other people feel about the 45s as I do about small plates and the 100s. Maybe the old man himself feels that way. So then I can see the his point, which is that it's better to fully clear away all of your weights when you are finished, because you really don't know what the next person will want.
sigh I'm still not totally convinced, though. A world where you have the prospect of finding what you want (45 pound weights already on the machine, for example) and the risk of finding what you don't what (say, 100 pound weights already on the machine) seems better to me overall than a world in which all outcomes are known (the machine will always be clear for you). But maybe not all of the gym goers feel that way.
You know, I used to dislike finding the 100 pound weights on the squat machine because I wasn't pressing 200 pounds at the time, but now that I am pressing that and more, I could probably come around to feeling good about finding even them on the machine. So at least that's one firm realization to come out of all of this internal babble.