WEEK AT THE GYM

小叶子

If you read this without laughing out-loud, there is something
7 `! D8 \1 t  G& {& x" Fwrong with you. This is dedicated to everyone who ever attempted to get
into a regular workout routine.

" O; R7 ~" S' B8 n7 vDear Diary:

. H9 m8 l! \1 n9 [! e# y3 KFor my fortieth birthday this year, my wife (the dear) purchased a
week of personal training at the local health club for me. Although I
6 H( d  i+ c+ g( k( B3 y, ~, g+ ~am still in great shape since playing on my college football team 25
years ago, I decided it would be a good idea to go ahead and give it a
try. I called the club and made my reservation with a personal trainer
named Belinda, who identified herself as a 26 yr. old aerobics
instructor and model for athletic clothing and swimwear.
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My wife seemed pleased with my enthusiasm to get started! The club
encouraged me to keep a diary to chart my progress.
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MONDAY:

Started my day at 6 am. Tough to get out of bed, but it was well
worth it when I arrived at the health club to find Belinda waiting for
me. She was something of a Greek goddess-- with blonde hair, dancing
eyes and a dazzling white smile. Woo Hoo!!!!!
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" |+ w0 ?. p9 b" NShe took my pulse after 5 minutes on the treadmill. She was alarmed
; |! v2 k+ o+ i! q& e3 [1 t4 B6 o8 ?8 |that my pulse was so fast, but I attributed it to standing next to her
in her Lycra aerobics outfit. I enjoyed watching the skilful way in
) Q$ d& K& r) D3 owhich she conducted her aerobics class after my workout today.
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1 Z2 M& E: ]- o& v( T8 i0 p3 TVery inspiring, Belinda was encouraging as I did my sit-ups,
although my gut was already aching from holding it in the whole time she
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This is going to be a FANTASTIC week!!

. S* D& Z, H, Y4 Q' e  {TUESDAY:
I drank a whole pot of coffee, but I finally made it out the door.
Belinda made me lie on my back and push a heavy iron bar into the air,
and then she put weights on it! My legs were a little wobbly on the
treadmill, but I made the full mile. Belinda's rewarding smile made it
all worthwhile.

# w8 m1 w8 c8 R8 f! {1 _$ |, NI feel GREAT!! It's a whole new life for me.
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WEDNESDAY:
9 }% h. C( G% B! E; C2 TThe only way I can brush my teeth is by lying on the toothbrush on
! }; A' f1 r1 Mthe counter and moving my mouth back and forth over it. I believe I have
& J! G6 \5 c0 M$ }a hernia in both pectorals. Driving was okay as long as I didn't try to
( ?0 V3 R2 R$ ~* ]  x4 h  Ssteer or stop. Belinda was impatient with me, insisting that my screams
6 j) G5 _2 o2 t: s6 U6 N' Kbothered the other club members. Her voice is a little too perky for
early in the morning and when she scolds, she gets this nasally whine
9 w  I$ [- b6 @& Y8 a" B1 L6 n. L, {that is VERY annoying. My chest hurts when I got on the treadmill, so
% x8 r! l1 q9 jBelinda put me on the stair monster. Why the hell would anyone invent a
machine to simulate an activity rendered obsolete by elevators? Belinda
told me it would help me get in shape and enjoy life.
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' _, J6 A2 ]( w. j) MShe said some other shit too.

2 h  }2 g  F# C+ A* ~; j8 fTHURSDAY:
Belinda was waiting for me with her vampire-like teeth exposed as
her thin, cruel lips were pulled back in a full snarl. I couldn't help
# b9 {0 T% }% v! nbeing a half hour late; it took me that long to tie my shoes. Belinda
( o! z7 o9 Z+ O: e( M" ^) htook me to workout with dumbbells. When she was not looking, I ran and
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- e% P4 K4 \9 B+ b# E3 \She sent Lars to find me, then, as punishment, put me on the rowing
; W, B* O3 o9 z+ L# nmachine -- which I sank.
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FRIDAY:
I hate that bitch Belinda more than any human being has ever hated
any other human being in the history of the world. Stupid, skinny,
anemic little cheerleading bitch. If there were a part of my body I
' ?7 j3 d- h4 ?0 j  V% G3 Gcould move without unbearable pain, I would beat her with it. Belinda
wanted me to work on my triceps. I don't have any triceps!

4 d4 y1 m% [2 \% R  \And if you don't want dents in the floor, don't hand me
. p9 m  d: `' @the*&%#(#&** barbells or anything that weighs more than a sandwich.
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! o  g. H$ v" BThe treadmill flung me off and I landed on a health and nutrition
teacher. Why couldn't it have been someone softer, like the drama coach
or the choir director?

SATURDAY:
Belinda left a message on my answering machine in her grating,
& W! h. G) J6 q3 A8 z. J5 l4 Qshrilly voice wondering why I did not show up today. Just hearing her
0 T; u0 G' d, E# k3 @% lmade me want to smash the machine with my planner. However, I lacked the
* X" B& [7 A" ~) Fstrength to even use the TV remote and ended up catching eleven straight
hours of the Weather Channel.
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SUNDAY:
2 a0 M% D0 I& i+ PI'm having the church van pick me up for services today so I can go
! O/ {+ G/ s9 v3 i# _  R; e, _, land thank GOD that this week is over. I will also pray that next year,
3 Q* ^: A3 T( r& o5 ~my wife (the other bitch), will choose a gift for me that is fun --like
a root canal or a vasectomy!

OliveOil

You are absolutely wrong! But my stomach hurts because I can't laugh out loud in the office... oh good lord...

junglebell

Lazycat

lington

root canal, I almosted end up getting one last year. Thanks to the dentist.