A WEEK AT THE
If you read this without laughing out loud, there is something wrong with you. This is dedicated to everyone who ever attempted to get into a regular workout routine.
Dear Diary,
For my sixty-fifth 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 great shape since playing on my college football team 45 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 reservations with a personal trainer named
MONDAY
Started my day at
Tough to get out of bed, but found it was well worth it when I arrived at the health club to find
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.
TUESDAY
I drank a whole pot of coffee, but I finally made it out the door.
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.
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
She said some other shit too.
THURSDAY
She sent
she put me on the rowing machine -- which I sank.
FRIDAY
I hate that bitch
cheerleader. If there was a part of my body I could move without
unbearable pain, I would beat her with it.
In the floor, don't hand me the darn 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
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 will choose a gift for me that is fun -- like a root canal or a vasectomy.
8 comments:
Belinda and Lars have decided to donate a year of services to you.
I think I may have just wet myself several times over. I am crying with laughter. That was too, too funny.
Favorite line...
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.
Mist - As long as Lars keeps his hands off. I'd probably end up enjoying it, as long as I could slap the cheerleader smirk off of her face. Then again, I could honestly use the vasectomy right now. >>Evil Grin<< Less evidence.
Bice - I preferred the
I hate that stupid, skinny, anemic [bitch]
By the time I got to that point, I think I'd pissed myself, so I know exactly where you are coming from.
Great post duuuuude! I loved the tooth brushing part as well.
BD
Because if you cant be smart at least you can be a smartass.
BD
Thinking about going to the gym should count as exercise.
If it did, the 'chick would weight 75 pounds.
Oh, and vasectomy?
That's the gift that says: Love you long time.
*g*
This was too funny. It sounds like every single one of my relationships at the end. Except no one is leaving any messages, that's for sure.
Hey Michael,
Your profile link keeps coming up with an error message, and I can't for the life of me find your email address. I have something to send you that I think you will like so email me or send me your addy when you get the chance. No big deal by any means just whenever.
BD
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