More than a few are like that. There is some kind of exhibitionism, also.
A few weekends ago I took the girls to Portland, OR. On the way we stopped at Multnomah Falls, a tall waterfall with a visitor's center just off the highway.
Many tourists get their first good view of the falls when they emerge from the under-highway pedestrian walkway (tunnel). There it is, the waterfall, right in front of you.
Well, this idiot runner/hyperfitness/triathalon type guy was hanging from the rafter of the underpass right at the exit, doing pullups and blocking the view. He was dressed in the show-all spandex panties or whatever they were and no doubt a Portland liberal. His porpoising profile is the main thing you saw at that point.
But the show wasn't over. After completing the exhibition at the tunnel he then proceeded to do stair runs up and down the very same stairs the tourists use to get to the viewing platforms for the waterfall. It went on and on, past these old ladies with canes and assorted other visitors who will never be running up or down stairs.
There must be 599 million other places, even nice, pleasant ones, within 50 miles of Portland where this jerk could have done his routine. But no, he picked the tourist gateway.
“And here, girls, we have an example of the subspecies, ‘Narcissistic Athlete.’ Having grown bored with admiring the muscular definition of his buttocks in his full-length bedroom mirror, he has chosen to expose the view to all of us, as if we’ve never changed a diaper. You will notice that he also has a carefully-packaged p3nis, of which he must be very proud, or he’d have kept it to himself. Other male humans also have them, but none so marvellous as his, at least to him.”
Just a thought ...