Club Fitness
06:40 am
I jumped on the scale yesterday, called DJ Dave and told him he's a ton of lard and we both joined Club Fitness.
Shit. I didn't realize Colonel Chad (the trainer) was going to kick our asses so badly with aerobics. Today, we're meeting at 7:00 p.m. and both Paula and I agree that it's bullshit to get up this early to "work out."
More later...
08:55 am
Today wasn't so bad since Seargent Chad was probably sleeping in from the intense workout he watched us perform yesterday. The morning thing is odd: No sun, no traffic... It's kind of surreal. (Okay, I'm looking for excuses to get up before 8 a.m. and be okay with it.) If everyday was just 20 mins on the cross-trainer life would be pretty easy. The thought of dealing with satan's friend Chad tomorrow gives makes my stomach gurgle...
Oh, and passing up a breakfast-burrito-tots-meal-deal at the Sonic drivethrough on the way to the "club" almost killed me. (How ironic that "drank too much, and stayed up until 4 Dave" showed up with the same type of workout coffee.)
My workout goal: To survive tomorrow.
posted by Dr. Mike @ 6:34 AM
4 Comments:
Complete. Utter. Bullshit.
Especially when you are still half drunk from the night before.
May the fleas of a thousand dingos infest Chad's armpits.
That shirt is HOT!! :D
Seeing a guy wearing that would make my loins ache!
How can every day be 20 min. on a cross trainer, when it's already a winding road...you two need to get a camera and participate in HNT...wear those shirts, and nothing else, if you must...just do it!
Breakfast is getting really tough.. Can't have furburgers from BK, can't have Sonic... I'm wondering how I'll survive!
Post a Comment
<< Home