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 on 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
was a 26-year-old aerobics instructor and athletic clothing
My wife seemed very pleased with how enthusiastic
I was to get started.
They suggested I keep an "exercise diary" to
chart my progress.
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 blond hair and a
dazzling white smile. She showed me the machines and took my pulse
after five minutes on the treadmill. She seemed a little
alarmed that it was so high, but I think just standing next to her
in that outfit of hers added about ten points. Enjoyed watching the
aerobics class. Tanya was very encouraging as I did my situps,
though my gut was already aching a little from holding it in the
whole time I was talking to her. This is going to be GREAT.
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 a little wobbly on the treadmill, but
I made it the full mile. Her smile made it all worth while.
Muscles ALL feel GREAT.
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 OK 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.
Tanya was waiting for me with her vampire teeth
in a 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 there
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
I hate Tanya more than any human being has ever
hated any other human being in the history of the world. If there
was 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 sadist
school, 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?
Got Tanya's message on my answering machine,
wondering where I am. I lacked the strength to use the TV remote so
I watched eleven straight hours of the weather channel.
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.