I am not going to lie - I hate the gym.  I go, I do exactly what I have to do, and I go home.  Then today I came across this article today that talks about the 10 people you find at the gym, and it literally takes the words out of my mouth of the things that drive me nutso while working out! What person on here do you think is the funniest?  Most annoying?  Is there anything that is missing from this list that you see at the gyms here in Bozeman?

The Abdominator: Usually a young male who has this odd habit of lifting up his shirt to wipe nonexistent sweat away from his forehead, revealing a chiseled six-pack. For some reason, this action always coincides with proximity to a young, attractive female.

The Hoarder: I've seen women do this, but it's usually a guy thing. They're obsessed with multiple varieties of supersets and compound sets. Such an approach to exercise is admirable, but during busy gym times trying to carve out a fiefdom of several pieces of equipment that no one else is permitted to touch qualifies as douchbaggery. It's annoying to see one of the few bench presses abandoned for several minutes with plates still on it, and when you finally decide to go and use it, the Hoarder charges up, indignant, proclaiming, "I'm using that!"

The Fisherman: This is the guy who considers the gym to be his personal Plenty Of Fish and hits on every person lacking a Y chromosome. He lives by the adage that it you fire off enough rounds, eventually you'll hit something.

Herculass: She is a female version of Hercules, and she can lift more than you. She's tough, focused and she doesn't want to talk to any fishermen. In most cases, she doesn't want to talk to anybody because she's too busy kicking ass with the iron.

The Earthquake: He resembles an NFL offensive lineman. Two of them. When his mother gave birth to him, her screams shattered half the windows in the hospital. He eats large farm animals whole, and his workout regimen includes shoulder pressing the leg press, plates and all.

The Lost Boy: Young, skinny, pimply and clueless as to what to do in the gym. His face betrays one of constant confusion as he inspects the equipment.

The Tongue Depressors: A couple joined at the hip, regularly engaging in public displays of affection between sets.

The Accessorizer: They're a virtual shopping center of weightlifting equipment: belts, gloves, straps, chalk, notebooks and bottles containing a milky purple liquid. They seem incapable of working out without this cornucopia of loot that they haul from station to station.

Can You Hear Me Now?: The person who occasionally lifts weights in between cell phone calls.