I was just digging around in my old email account at work, and came across this little piece about a bloke getting a membership at a gym. I wish I could attribute some ownership to it, but sadly it came to me without an author, so anonymous person who originally put this together, I thank you. Very funny. Enjoy!
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For Christmas this year, my wife (the love of my life) purchased a week of private lessons at the local health club for me. Although I am still in great shape since playing on my high school softball team, 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 Tawny, who identified herself as a 26-year-old aerobics instructor and model for athletic clothing and swimwear. My wife seemed pleased with my surprising enthusiasm to get started.
The club encouraged me to keep a diary to chart my progress...
Monday:
Started my day at 6:00 am. Tough to get out of bed, but found it was well worth it when I arrived at the health club to find Tawny waiting for me. She is something of a goddess with blonde hair, dancing eyes, and a dazzling white smile! Tawny 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 aerobic outfit (I thoroughly enjoyed watching the skilful way in which she conducted her aerobics class after my own workout today. Very inspiring). Tawny 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 of the door. Tawny 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. Tawny'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 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 lot. Tawny was impatient with me, insisting that my screams bothered the other club members (Her voice is a little too perky for early in the morning, and I hadn't noticed that when she scolds, she gets this nasally whine that is quite annoying). My chest hurt when I got on the treadmill, so Tawny put me on the stair monster ... er ... master. Why in HELL would anyone invent a machine to simulate an activity rendered obsolete by elevators?) Tawny told me it would help me get in shape and enjoy life. She said some other sh|t too.
Thursday:
Tawny was waiting for me with her vampire-like teeth exposed as her thin, cruel lips were pulled back in a full snarl. I explained that I couldn't help being a half hour late. It took that long for me to tie my f**king shoes. Tawny took me to work out with dumbbells. When she wasn't looking, I ran and hid in the men's room. She sent Lars in to find me. As punishment, she put me on the rowing machine. Which I sank.
Friday:
I hate that B|TCH Tawny more than any human being has ever hated any other human being in the history of the world - Prissy, pretentious, stupid, skinny, anemic little cheerleader-wanna-be B|TCH!. If there was a part of my body I could move without unbearable pain, I would beat her with it. Tawny wanted me to work on my triceps. I don't have any triceps. And if you don't want dents in the damn floor, don't hand me f**king barbells or anything that weighs more than a sandwich. The treadmill flung me off and landed on a Health and P.E. teacher. Why couldn't it have been someone softer, like the Drama coach or the Choir director?
Saturday:
Tawny left a message on my answering machine in her grating, shrill, piercing little 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 even to use the TV remote and ended up watching eleven straight hours of the f**king 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 (the other B|TCH) will choose a gift for me that is fun... like a root canal or a vasectomy!
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For Christmas this year, my wife (the love of my life) purchased a week of private lessons at the local health club for me. Although I am still in great shape since playing on my high school softball team, 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 Tawny, who identified herself as a 26-year-old aerobics instructor and model for athletic clothing and swimwear. My wife seemed pleased with my surprising enthusiasm to get started.
The club encouraged me to keep a diary to chart my progress...
Monday:
Started my day at 6:00 am. Tough to get out of bed, but found it was well worth it when I arrived at the health club to find Tawny waiting for me. She is something of a goddess with blonde hair, dancing eyes, and a dazzling white smile! Tawny 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 aerobic outfit (I thoroughly enjoyed watching the skilful way in which she conducted her aerobics class after my own workout today. Very inspiring). Tawny 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 of the door. Tawny 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. Tawny'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 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 lot. Tawny was impatient with me, insisting that my screams bothered the other club members (Her voice is a little too perky for early in the morning, and I hadn't noticed that when she scolds, she gets this nasally whine that is quite annoying). My chest hurt when I got on the treadmill, so Tawny put me on the stair monster ... er ... master. Why in HELL would anyone invent a machine to simulate an activity rendered obsolete by elevators?) Tawny told me it would help me get in shape and enjoy life. She said some other sh|t too.
Thursday:
Tawny was waiting for me with her vampire-like teeth exposed as her thin, cruel lips were pulled back in a full snarl. I explained that I couldn't help being a half hour late. It took that long for me to tie my f**king shoes. Tawny took me to work out with dumbbells. When she wasn't looking, I ran and hid in the men's room. She sent Lars in to find me. As punishment, she put me on the rowing machine. Which I sank.
Friday:
I hate that B|TCH Tawny more than any human being has ever hated any other human being in the history of the world - Prissy, pretentious, stupid, skinny, anemic little cheerleader-wanna-be B|TCH!. If there was a part of my body I could move without unbearable pain, I would beat her with it. Tawny wanted me to work on my triceps. I don't have any triceps. And if you don't want dents in the damn floor, don't hand me f**king barbells or anything that weighs more than a sandwich. The treadmill flung me off and landed on a Health and P.E. teacher. Why couldn't it have been someone softer, like the Drama coach or the Choir director?
Saturday:
Tawny left a message on my answering machine in her grating, shrill, piercing little 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 even to use the TV remote and ended up watching eleven straight hours of the f**king 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 (the other B|TCH) will choose a gift for me that is fun... like a root canal or a vasectomy!
