There are a few things I do every day. I write, I drink a full bottle of Bombay Sapphire and I go to the park. The park is about 80 yards by 80 yards, with a large modern jungle gym that takes up about a third of it. It’s one of those sleek multi-colored metal and plastic behemoths that replace the old wooden ones after too many children end up at the emergency room because they’ve gotten so many splinters they’re essentially more tree then child. There’s an area of the park that is supposed to be grassy, but due to harsh dog paws has given way to large spots of dirt that look like craters on an irrigated moon.

There are a dozen huge trees that give shade to much of the park. I go there so often I know which spots will be covered and which will be in the sun at any time of day. If I don’t want direct sun I can’t go to the workout area between the hours of 9 am and 11 am, but outside of those hours, the pull up bar, even bars, Plyometric platform, weird platform on a spring that no one uses, and weird manual elliptical that people try to use and stop because it’s stupid, are covered by beautiful, natural shade. This is where I spend much of my time at the park. Gripping metal and hoisting my chin over a bar, doing leg lifts, or watching as men of all walks of life do the same. You never see women at the pull up bar at the park. I always hear men complain that women are wearing outfits that are too revealing at the gym, and to that I say, come with me to the park. You will be free from temptation unless you are attracted to a 60-year-old man with the body of a Marvel hero doing dips and listening to Louis Farrakhan on a JBL speaker.

I love working out at the park for many reasons. Taking advantage of this country’s dwindling public utilities brings me a lot of joy, being outside is wonderful, and I love the characters that come around. You might think there would be a lot of crazy people working out at the park, and you’d be right--but what might surprise you is the level of decorum. You see, lifting etiquette is a relic of gym culture that is being obliterated by modern gyms, but at the park it’s a different story. Here, everyone is a little afraid of everyone else, because if you’re working out at the park, chances are you’re a little out of your mind. If someone is spending too much time at the pullup bar and you ask if you can work in (lifting jargon for using a piece of equipment someone else is using for a prolonged period of time so you don’t have to wait,) they almost always happily accommodate--out of respect for the art and tradition of physique development, or fear that you have a homemade knife on you.

I went to a commercial gym with a friend recently where we had a much different experience. EOS Fitness is hell on earth for lifting etiquette. You could shoot a video of how not to act at a gym there, especially during peak hours, which seem to last from 6 am to 10 pm. People left weights out of the rack, people stayed on machines for thirty minutes at a time, people ran open air cock fighting rings--the place was a mess. My friend Anna wanted me to help her learn how to use certain pieces of equipment there, and I happily obliged. I love going to the gym with my friends--it makes me feel like a tour guide in a scary underground cave. I get to say things like, “I know this seems scary, but if you stay on the path, this will be safe and enjoyable. Also, don’t touch that. Don’t touch anything, for the love of god.”

We finished warming up in the upstairs area before making our way down to the much scarier weightlifting section. This gym is packed with people, but it feels more claustrophobic because there is zero consideration for other people there. Dudes are camping out at bench presses, and eating full meals in between sets. Women are having phone calls at the abductor machine. Everything was going fine until we had to go to do hip thrusts. There is an entire section for legs that is even scarier than the normal gym--a full room of barbell platforms that are always in use, and a smell that would make a plumber call for backup. There was a hip thrust machine open, but it was loaded with weight, so I started to unload it. I got the second plate off when I heard something that made me jump.

“Hey!” barked a man who quickly walked from the other end of the gym. I think he wanted to run, but his body was hypertrophied to the point of near immobility. He was a gym rat. I’ve known gym rats, been friends with them, loved them, but there was something different about this man. He walked up to me and my friend.

“No, I’m still using this.” He said it so matter-of-factly, as if he weren’t talking to us, but rather barking orders at subordinates.

“Oh, that’s okay,” I said, “Can we work in?”

I was definitely too friendly for what he was giving us, but I had just never experienced this level of glassy-eyed rudeness before. To me, the gym is a fun place where everyone has the same goal: to move our bodies, which have become sedentary from watching 500 45-second videos a day. The man just looked up at me as he put the 45 back on the machine. No.

I was floored. I literally didn’t know you could say no to a request to work in. I was about to say something I most likely would have regretted when Anna said, “let’s just do something else.” I walked away, but that interaction has haunted me since.

Let me explain something: there are different tiers of gyms. If you are at a serious powerlifting gym, there are different rules than at a cheap commercial gym. At a serious gym, you might be on a specific timing regimen for each set, so someone working in wouldn’t make any sense. But what this man did was the equivalent of going to a public basketball court and doing shooting practice, then when other people show up and ask if it’s cool to play, you answer, “no.”

This interaction was this man’s fault, without a doubt, but his actions are heavily influenced and encouraged by his environment. I would like to take you on a little journey into the mind of a meathead. There is a conflict with the modern meathead, and one that is very difficult to rectify. They are hyper dedicated to lifting, but not in a lifting community. Back in the day, to learn about how to lift, you would need to find other people who lifted. There were books on the subject, but pictures could only do so much. You had to talk to more experienced lifters, and through talking to them, you would also pick up habits of decorum that are extremely valuable when it comes to community building. If you’re taking four sets of dumbbells and hogging them, everyone in the gym is going to think you’re an asshole, but I’m sure a lot of people no longer know they’re doing something wrong. It wouldn’t even be worth explaining to that guy that what he’s doing is wrong, because there is no community to keep him accountable. For etiquette to be followed, there needs to be a culture in place so that when you correct someone’s behavior, there is a precedent to back you up. At modern commercial gyms, that culture has deteriorated.

What EOS and many other gyms do is sell as many memberships as possible regardless of capacity. Because the memberships are cheap and people are broke, they don’t have any other option but to brave the disgusting landscape created by a cultureless workout space. The gym can’t kick anyone out or reprimand them out of fear of losing clients and getting bad reviews, so the gym sucks and will keep sucking, because people follow what is happening around them. If one person is hogging an area and you can’t do the exercise you want, and later you have the chance to hog an area, you’re of course going to do it. Many would say, “so go to a more expensive gym,” and yes, more expensive gyms are cleaner and people are generally neater. But if it’s always the case that more expensive means more organized, why is the pullup bar at the park so respectful?

I have a theory that because the park is a public utility, there is a level of gratitude from people who workout there for the exercise space. Obviously this isn’t across the board, but barring people who are going through mental health episodes, I’ve found people at the park to be much more conscientious than almost everyone at commercial gyms. At EOS you pay your $30 and think, “well, if I’m paying for this place, I’m not going to clean up after myself--that’s the gym’s job.” At the park we understand the pullup bar is all we have, and we get to use it for free, so we better take care of it. This isn’t the case for other free things, but that’s because the pullup bar has a second aspect that makes the whole system work: culture.

There needs to be a community for public utilities to work. When something is free, the thing that keeps people in line is other people making sure no one abuses it. That’s something we need more of in society. Many people take a passive role in their lives to avoid confrontation, and I think we have gone too far in that direction. You should pick your battles, but you need to fight a few battles. When someone hogs the pullup bar and doesn’t let me work in, I better tell them, “hey, that’s not how this space works.” Otherwise, the space won’t exist anymore, and it’ll just become a bar in the middle of the park. EOS Fitness is not my battleground--I think it’s lost due to the soulless, corporate ethos that pervades the space, but the pullup bar at the park is where I plant my flag. Where do you plant yours? It can be a library or a basketball court or a bagel shop, but it better be somewhere.

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