HCS
12-22-2006, 10:41 AM
For Christmas this year, my wife (the dear) 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 baseball 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 swim wear.
My wife seemed pleased with my enthusiasm to get started. I decided not to tell her about Tawny. 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 blond hair, dancing eyes, and a dazzling white smile. WOO HOO!!!)
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. 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. (I enjoyed watching the skillful way in which she conducted her aerobics class after my own workout today. Very inspiring.) This is going to be a FANTASTIC week!!!
Tuesday:
I drank a whole pot of coffee this morning, and 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 that early in the morning, and when she scolds me, she gets this nasally whine that is VERY annoying.) My chest hurt when I got on the treadmill, so Tawny put me on the stair monster. (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 shit 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 couldn't help being a half hour late. It took that long for me to tie my f.....g shoes.) I hate that BITCH Tawny more than any human being has ever hated any other human being in the history of the world. (Stupid, skinny, anemic, little cheerleader wanna-be BITCH). If there was a part of my body I could move without unbearable pain, I would beat her with it.
Friday:
Tawny wanted me to work on my triceps. I don't have any triceps! And if you don't want dents in the floor, don't hand me f.....g barbells or anything that weighs more than a sandwich. (Which I am sure you learned in the sadist school you attended and graduated magna-cum-laude from, you Nazi Bitch.) The treadmill flung me off and I 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, shrilly voice wondering why I didn't show up today. Just hearing her made me want to smash the machine with my day planner. I lacked the strength even to use the TV remote and ended up watching 11 straight hours of the 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 WITCH) will choose a gift for me that is fun . . .
like a root canal or a vasectomy!
Although I am still in great shape since playing on my high school baseball 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 swim wear.
My wife seemed pleased with my enthusiasm to get started. I decided not to tell her about Tawny. 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 blond hair, dancing eyes, and a dazzling white smile. WOO HOO!!!)
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. 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. (I enjoyed watching the skillful way in which she conducted her aerobics class after my own workout today. Very inspiring.) This is going to be a FANTASTIC week!!!
Tuesday:
I drank a whole pot of coffee this morning, and 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 that early in the morning, and when she scolds me, she gets this nasally whine that is VERY annoying.) My chest hurt when I got on the treadmill, so Tawny put me on the stair monster. (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 shit 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 couldn't help being a half hour late. It took that long for me to tie my f.....g shoes.) I hate that BITCH Tawny more than any human being has ever hated any other human being in the history of the world. (Stupid, skinny, anemic, little cheerleader wanna-be BITCH). If there was a part of my body I could move without unbearable pain, I would beat her with it.
Friday:
Tawny wanted me to work on my triceps. I don't have any triceps! And if you don't want dents in the floor, don't hand me f.....g barbells or anything that weighs more than a sandwich. (Which I am sure you learned in the sadist school you attended and graduated magna-cum-laude from, you Nazi Bitch.) The treadmill flung me off and I 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, shrilly voice wondering why I didn't show up today. Just hearing her made me want to smash the machine with my day planner. I lacked the strength even to use the TV remote and ended up watching 11 straight hours of the 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 WITCH) will choose a gift for me that is fun . . .
like a root canal or a vasectomy!