Tuesday, June 5, 2007

Who Doesn't Love a Good Story About the Gym?

I am paralyzed. I am thisclose to typing this entry with a pen held in my teeth, because my arms are so sore. Today, I allowed some freakish person who probably wore spandex in his crib to yell at me like a drill sargent while I tried to convince my jello legs to rotate some pedals.

It is clear that I am not cut out for physical fitness.

However, summer is here and your pal has not been so diligent about the exercises, so I'm trying to play catch up. This, of course, never works. However, it will not stop me, because I am a good American, and I believe that I can always turn any problem around, given enough money.


  1. good luck! last time i went to see a personal trainer I threw up in the gym. Those people are cruel.

  2. Spinning! It's what you do! Hurray!

  3. Doesn't sound like anything a nice piece of apple pie wouldn't fix. Now THAT'S being a good American!