16 January 2007

New Year's Humor Break 16JAN2007

A WEEK AT THE GYM: ONE MAN'S STORY

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 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 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, all though 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 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

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 catching 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 will choose a gift for me that is fun -- like a root canal or a vasectomy.

8 comments:

mist1 said...

Belinda and Lars have decided to donate a year of services to you.

Anonymous said...

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.

Michael Thomas said...

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.

briliantdonkey said...

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

Roadchick said...

Thinking about going to the gym should count as exercise.

If it did, the 'chick would weight 75 pounds.

Roadchick said...

Oh, and vasectomy?

That's the gift that says: Love you long time.

*g*

fringes said...

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.

briliantdonkey said...

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