“working out”
Yes. It’s true. I’ve taken to “working out.”
Every so often, the work out bug bites me. Cute swim suits start appearing in stores, the promise of a seductive summer lingers and suddenly I need to get in shape! Let me be clear: my interest in the gym is to stave off my impending heart attack, and yeah, tone up. Other than that, though, I am more than happy with myself.
Yesterday was my first attempt to try to whip myself into shape, and frankly, it was a complete failure, hahahaha. I met up with my lovely friend Rachel and headed to her condo gym. Let me say this: the gym is not my natural habitat. There are mirrors, sweaty people, ugly black mats, crazy looking metal devices, used towels — the list goes on. Rachel was more adept at this whole working out thing than I was: after the elliptical machine and doing some crunches, I pretty much exhausted my repertoire of exercise techniques. Next time, I’ll come prepared and actually, you know, have some idea of what I’m doing.
