From the Brickyard | Subject: Another funny observation from the trenches
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Last time, we broke down two classic gym offenders: the Camper and the Flitterer.
But the circus doesn’t stop there.
Let’s add two more characters to the rogue’s gallery of gym disruption:
The Viber and the Talker.
The Viber
The Viber is feeling himself—and his music—a little too much.
He’s air-drumming.
He’s air-guitaring.
He’s nodding his head like he’s on stage at a metal concert.
Now don’t get me wrong—I love music. I love getting fired up by a great track.
But when you’re doing full-body drum solos between sets, it just looks ridiculous.
Nobody else can hear what you’re vibing to.
And honestly? Nobody cares.
Train hard.
Enjoy your music.
But keep the solo act in your own head.
The Talker
If the Viber is goofy but mostly harmless, the Talker is where things get annoying.
This guy never shuts up.
Talking to his buddy.
Talking on the phone.
Sometimes even talking to himself.
And always loudly.
Look—quick coaching or hype between sets? Totally cool. That’s what training partners are for.
But constant conversation at full volume?
That’s just disrespectful to everyone around you.
And don’t even get me started on phone calls at the gym.
Barring an emergency, you shouldn’t be taking calls—and especially not mid-set (yeah, I’ve seen it…and yeah, it’s as bad as it sounds).
Bottom Line: Don’t Be a Viber or a Talker
This is the gym.
Not a concert.
Not a mosh pit.
Not a coffee shop.
Not your living room.
And damn sure not your therapist’s office.
This is the forge.
Where men are built.
Where silence speaks louder than small talk.
Where sweat does the talking.
So lock in. Train hard.
Respect the space, the mission, and the iron.
Save the headbanging and the chatter for the ride home.
In here, it’s bricks only.
Brick by brick.
-Brickwall