I Have Never Hated Anyone Quite Like I Hate This Woman That Bought A Homeless Man A Gym Membership
Metro- A personal trainer from Sydney has raised a few eyebrows after forcing a homeless man into taking a gym membership.
Chelcie Vera Cookson – who regularly volunteers at homeless shelters – says she’d walked past the homeless man, Steven, a few times before but was ‘scared’ to talk to him and ask him about his life as it felt ‘invasive’.
‘During meditation it came to me – what could make him change?’ she says in her video. ‘What could I do to make him effortlessly transform his life? And I realised – exercise! Exercise is the key to so many things! I I can just get him moving. And I thought – I need to get him a f*cking gym membership.’
Steven refused five times until she told him: ‘You don’t have a f*cking choice’.
What I am about to say comes from someone that regularly goes to the gym and enjoys the benefits that doing so provides. The people that think that working out is the single most important thing that a person can do genuinely deserve to be crushed by the weight of 1,000 dumbbells. In fact, I would go as far as saying that the gym would be a much more welcoming place to people that don't usual go if the people that act like it is the ONLY key to living a happy life all died of thee most aggressive form of MRSA.
That's why I hope that this personal trainer gets the all-too-incessant enthusiasm stabbed out of her by a homeless guy that would probably rather have a warm meal and a cold beer before he worries about squeezing in a free lift. So many things that this broad could do for this guy and she gets him a daily obligation? I'm not pretending that I know the perfect gift for a guy that has nothing, but I would venture to guess that it's not the ability to lose mass. Shit, If i spent every day sleeping on a street I probably wouldn't mind tacking on a little bit of winter weight. The only reason rational people go to the gym isn't so that they are happy and healthy, it's so they don't look like utter dogshit. That's an impossible thing to avoid when your wardrobe is rags and you share a "pillow" with rodents. Hell, If I wore the same dirty t-shirt for the last 3 months the last place I would go is a place that's going to make me fucking sweat through it.
So fuck this broad for calling exercise an "effortless" way in which he can fix himself as if merely stepping foot on a treadmill would magically transform him into a rich, healthy, male model that's free of all life's hardships. Not only is it the most oxymoronic thing I have ever heard, but it completely ignores the fact that a good pump is about 372nd in the order of things he's in desperate need of. I wouldn't expect the brainwashed personal trainer who's recruiting street dwellers to join her cult to understand that, but - then again - I don't expect her to understand much of anything other than her protein intake. The only way - and I mean the only way - this works is if this guy immediately decided to get his life together SOLELY so that he never again gets woken up by that annoyingly happy broad in the $3 New York hat that won't shut the fuck up about the importance of endorphins.
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