For my birthday this year my wife purchased me a week of private lessons at the local health club. Though still in great shape from when I was in the varsity chess team in high school, I decided it was a good idea to go ahead and try it.
I called and made reservations with someone named Tanya, who said she is a 26-year-old aerobics instructor and athletic clothing model. My wife seemed very pleased with how enthusiastic I was to get started and suggested I keep an "exercise diary" to chart my progress.
Day 1 Started the morning at 6:00 am. Tough to get up, but worth it when I arrived at the health club and Tanya was waiting for me. She's something of a goddess, with beautiful hair and a dazzling white smile. She showed me the machines and took my pulse after five minutes on the treadmill, which seemed to alarm her that it was so high. Tanya was very encouraging as I did my sit ups, though my gut was already aching a little from holding it in the whole time I was talking to her.
Day 2 Took a whole pot of coffee to get me out the door, but I made it. Tanya had me lie on my back and push this heavy iron bar up into the air. Then she put weights on it, for heaven's sake! Legs were little wobbly on the treadmill, but I made it the full mile. Her smile made it all worthwhile.
Day 3 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 am certain that I have developed a hernia in both pectorals. Driving was okay as long as I didn't try to steer. I parked on top of a Volkswagen. Tanya was a little impatient with me and said my screaming was bothering the other club members. The treadmill hurt my chest so I did the stair monster. Why would anyone invent a machine to simulate an activity rendered obsolete by the invention of elevators? Tanya told me regular exercise would make me live longer. I can't imagine anything worse.
Day 4 Tanya was waiting for me with her vampire teeth in full snarl. I can't help it if I was half an hour late; it took me that long just to tie my shoes. She wanted me to lift dumbbells. Not a chance, Tanya. The word "dumb" must be in here for a reason I hid in the men's room until she sent Lars looking for me. As punishment she made me try the rowing machine. It sank.
Day 5 I hate Tanya more than any human
being has ever hated any
other human being in the history of the
world. If there were any
part of my body not in extreme pain I would
hit her with it. She
thought it would be a good idea to work
on my triceps. Well, I
have news for you Tanya, I don't have triceps.
And if you don't
want dents in the floor, don't hand me any
barbells. I refuse to
accept responsibility for the damage. YOU
went to the sadist
school and YOU are to blame. The treadmill
flung me back into a
science teacher, which hurt like crazy.
Why couldn't it have been
someone softer, like a music teacher, or social studies?
Day 6 Got Tanya's message on my answering machine, wondering where I was. I lacked the strength to use the TV remote so I watched eleven straight hours of the weather channel.
Day 7 Well, that's the week. Thank goodness that's over Maybe next time my wife will give me something a little more fun, like a gift certificate for a root canal.
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