So here is the story about the gentleman that died at my gym.
Setting: The gym has two levels. You enter on the main floor and then directly behind the front desk lay a stairway that goes down to the gym. As you are looking down the stairs, to the right is the cardio equipment and the ab center. To the left and straight ahead is the weight equipment. It is busy as usual with all the 9 to 5ers that refuse to deal with the douchery that comes after work. There are even a few teenagers working out with their parents. So, it is business as usual.
I arrive at 5am and as I am pulling into the parking lot there are numerous cop cars all over the place. I am thinking to myself that either someone got in a fight or there was locker room theft or something along those lines. I walk to the front desk and hand them my card as usual. She is acting a little weird but nothing is said and I am permitted to proceed to my work out.
I go to the stair stepper and start to work out. I am there for a few minutes when I look to my right which is where the abdominal machines are and there is a body covered by a white sheet laying at the end of one of the decline ab benches. I asked the lady next to me what was going on and she says that he died earlier and is just waiting for the coroner to remove the body.
There are, in my mind, so many things wrong with this whole scenario. Forget the fact that a man with a family and friends is dead, AT THE GYM, and still laying on the ground for everyone to see. All I could think about was how horrified and sad I would be if that was my dad or husband or friend laying there and all of these people were just acting like nothing happened.
Next, why on earth didn’t they warn us when we went to sign in? Maybe give us a heads up so that we could decide if we could handle seeing a dead body or not. Maybe close the gym for an hour out of respect for this man.
Then, how about all of us that just went about our business like it were no big deal. Or the parents that had there kids in there acting like it was just another day. What is wrong with us as a society that we can be so unaffected by a man’s death.
The local paper did a story about it and ripped the gym and the members for exactly what I am saying here. I was proud of them and yet... I stayed and worked out! Seriously, what is wrong with me?