The Blob at my gym I've taken to giving some of the regulars at my gym made-up names, since I don't know their real ones. There's Ms. Frizzle, so named because she looks like a longer haired version of Ms. Frizzle and her hair is never pulled back. It's down no matter what she's doing. Then there's Runs Through Flowers, a lanky, middle aged Asian man who makes running look so easy, you'd think he was frolicking through a field instead of plugging away on a treadmill. Then there's Blob.  He looks like a male version of a tumblrina. He has gauges the size of half dollars, his eyebrow and his nose are pierced along with the skin over his cheekbone (or at least where it should be). He always has some insane print pattern clothes on and looks like he shoved a medicine ball up his shirt. He half-asses these weird exercises that I've never seen before with horrible form and barely any weight. Then he'll take waaaaaay too long between sets, tying up whatever equipment he's "using". He was there before I was tonight and in the hour and twenty or so minutes I saw him, he did maybe 5 different exercises and then got on the treadmill to jog, which was a spectacle in and of itself. He looked like a toddler who had just learned how to walk attempting to run. I've seen him around a couple of times, meandering around the gym between "sets". Hopefully he'll either give up or get his shit in gear soon.  Here's the best picture I could get of him