It finally happened! I went to the gym. It's been about four months since I've had any exercise that you pay for. I feel pretty good.
I dread the gym on the weekends--it's peacock city. The patrons are pretty blonde girls with ponytails and slick grunting studs with fades. It makes me feel old and fat. Well, actually, I am a bit old and fat, but who wants to be reminded by ten foot mirrors and giggling youths?
Today was splendid, rounder, more mid-thirtyish people were abundant. I also felt pretty with my new highlights and a slightly trimmer figure (by two pounds!). My workout? Good. I followed Tennisfiend's advice to move slowly through my exercises instead of rushing through them in order to get out of the gym ASAP. I'll be back again Wednesday.
I dread the gym on the weekends--it's peacock city. The patrons are pretty blonde girls with ponytails and slick grunting studs with fades. It makes me feel old and fat. Well, actually, I am a bit old and fat, but who wants to be reminded by ten foot mirrors and giggling youths?
Today was splendid, rounder, more mid-thirtyish people were abundant. I also felt pretty with my new highlights and a slightly trimmer figure (by two pounds!). My workout? Good. I followed Tennisfiend's advice to move slowly through my exercises instead of rushing through them in order to get out of the gym ASAP. I'll be back again Wednesday.
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