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A WEEK AT THE GYM


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A WEEK AT THE GYM: ONE MAN'S STORY

 

This is dedicated to everyone who ever attempted to get into a regular workout

routine.

 

 

Dear Diary:

For my birthday this year, my wife (the dear) purchased a week of personal

training at the local health club for me.

 

 

 

Although I am still in as great a shape as my college days some 30-40 years ago,

I decided it would be a good idea to go ahead and give it a try, mostly to

please her.

 

 

 

I called the club and made my reservations with a personal trainer named

Belinda, who identified herself as a 26-year-old aerobics instructor and model

for athletic clothing and swim wear. My wife seemed pleased with my enthusiasm

to get started!

 

 

 

The club encouraged me to keep a diary to chart of my progress..

 

 

MONDAY

Started my day at 6:00 a.m. Tough to get out of bed, but found it was well

worth it when I arrived at the health club to find Belinda waiting for me. She

is something of a Greek goddess - with blond hair, dancing eyes and a dazzling

white smile. Woo Hoo!!

 

 

 

Belinda gave me a tour and showed me the machines. She took my pulse after five

minutes on the treadmill. She was alarmed that my pulse was so fast, but I

attribute it to standing next to her in her Lycra aerobic outfit. I enjoyed

watching the skillful way in which she conducted her aerobics class after my

workout today. Very inspiring!

 

 

 

Belinda was encouraging as I did my sit-ups, although my gut was already aching

from holding it in the whole time she was around. This is going to be a

FANTASTIC week!!

 

 

 

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 -- 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. I feel GREAT-!! It's a whole

new life for me.

 

 

WEDNESDAY

The only way I can brush my teeth is by laying on the toothbrush on the counter

and moving my mouth back and forth over it. I believe I have a hernia in both

pectorals. Driving was OK as long as I didn't try to steer or stop. I parked on

top of a GEO in the club parking lot.

 

 

 

Belinda was impatient with me, insisting that my screams bothered other club

members. Her voice is a little too perky for early in the morning and when she

scolds, she gets this nasally whine that is VERY annoying.

 

 

 

My chest hurt when I got on the treadmill, so Belinda 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. She said some other shit too.

 

 

THURSDAY

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 being a half an

hour late, it took me that long to tie my shoes.

 

 

 

Belinda took me to work out with dumbbells. When she was not looking, I ran and

hid in the men's room. She sent Lars to find me. Then, as punishment, she put

me on the rowing machine -- which I sank.

 

 

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 cheerleader. If there was a part of my body I could move

without unbearable pain, I would beat her with it.

 

 

 

Belinda wanted me to work on my triceps. I don't have any triceps! And if you

don't want dents in the floor, don't hand me the M----- f----- barbells or

anything that weighs more than a sandwich.

 

 

 

The 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, shrilly voice

wondering why I did not show up today. Just hearing her made me want to smash

the machine with my planner. However, I lacked the strength to even use the TV

remote and ended up watching eleven straight hours of the Weather Channel.

 

 

 

SUNDAY

I'm having the Church van pick me up for services today so I can go and thank

GOD that this week is over. I will also pray that

next year my wife (Satan) will choose a gift for me that is fun -- like a

root canal or a vasectomy ... that is if I don't divorce her first for

intolerable cruelty.

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