It was a quiet morning in the gym.
I was just finishing up the dumbbell sets and drills with the guys when I noticed a small silver object lying on the floor.
“That’s a rubber dumbbell!”
I grabbed the object, flipped it over, and began to count it.
I got a total of four rubber dumbels.
Then I got up and started walking around the gym and trying to find out what this was all about.
My first instinct was that it was some kind of magic toy.
The other guys were taking a few steps back and looking over their shoulders when they noticed my curiosity.
I went up to one of them and asked him what it was.
“Oh, that’s just a rubber, dummy, dummy,” he said.
“It’s not a rubber.”
The other guy went to a table to take the dumbels and said, “Here you go, dummy.”
The guy who had the rubber dumblers immediately started running after me.
“Get it away from me, dummy!” he screamed.
I ran after him, too.
As I was running, I heard a noise in the distance and ran in the opposite direction.
I had the dumbles, and I was in a rush to get them away from the other guys.
I started screaming, “Get away from my dumbbell, dummy!
Get away from your dumbbell!
Get off my dumbell!”
I yelled, “Dummy!
Don’t do this!”
I ran into the wall.
I could hear the other men screaming, and my heart was pounding, too, but I knew I was okay.
I didn’t know what was going on.
I just kept running, yelling, “Hey, dummy.
You’re doing a great job!
You can’t do that!
Don’cha know you’re in trouble?
You don’t have to do that!”
I kept running for another two minutes.
I heard the other guy yell, “You’re crazy!
You should have walked away!
Just do what you can to keep yourself safe.
I’m telling you, dummy — you’re not doing anything wrong.
You have nothing to worry about!”
He ran up and said to me, “I told you, I told you.
You can do whatever you want, dummy; you can do it with the dumbells and not have to worry.”
Then I heard another guy say, “He told you?”
I thought, This guy is telling me the truth.
I kept screaming, yelling at him to get off my ass.
I finally got the dumbel off of me.
I then ran to the other side of the gym, took the rubber off of my back, and then grabbed my dumbells again.
I held the rubber in my hands and threw them at the other two guys.
The rubber dumbells were gone.
I sat down on the wall and cried.
“I’m so glad I didn\’t grab the rubber,” I told myself.
“But it was pretty hard.
I don\’t know what to do now.”
What I found out was that the dumblers had been sitting on the ground all day, and all day the guys had been telling me not to touch the dumbell, to stay away from it, and to not do anything.
I figured I had to find something to do with my dumbel, and this was the only thing that had any chance of stopping me.
So I began searching online.
It turns out that there is a popular craze in the fitness world for rubber dumbles.
I looked around for rubber, rubber bands, rubber band toys, rubber bracelets, rubber earplugs, rubber socks, rubber belts, rubber shoes, rubber gloves, rubber helmets, rubber leggings, rubber necklaces, rubber ribbons, rubber wristbands, rubber bow ties, rubber bracelet bracelets (a rubber belt, a rubber ribbon, and rubber bands), rubber bracelet bags, rubber chain bracelets for a ring, rubber belt buckles, rubber straps, rubber cufflinks, rubber ring-wrapped wristbands and bracelets.
I ended up finding rubber ear plugs, rubber rings, rubber chains, rubber laces, elastic earrings, rubber finger rings, and elastic rings.
I also found rubber bracebands for a necklace, and a rubber bracelet with a rubber loop.
All these things were great to use for my dumbling.
But, I needed something to hold my dumblings in place.
I searched around online for something to use my dumbels on, but nothing really fit.
Then one day I decided to try something different.
I put on some cheap rubber gloves.
The gloves didn’t make the rubber look as bad as I was imagining it would.
But it made a huge difference in how my dumblers worked.
The dumbbell I used was a rubber rubber dumble.
My dumbbell was made of rubber.
When I started the dumbing cycle, I had