Tuesday, May 10, 2005
My arms hurt
As some of you may know, I have recently joined a gym. I have done this because of my desire to never again return to my "Popeye's weight" of 2002, when I ballooned to 180 lbs. As you may have guessed, this was a direct result of my eating at that fine establishment 5 times a week. Anyway, after going on a diet and getting back to playing tennis and basketball last year, I managed to return to my normal weight of 160 lbs. However, I found that I wasn't staying as active as I needed to be, and was slowly returning to my sloth-like ways. Enter Allison, who decided that she wanted to join a gym. After much deliberation, as well as persuasion by both Allison and Robyn, I signed my life away. My plan was to mainly focus on cardio workouts, but sure enough when I got there, I immediately gave into my selfish desires to look like one of those dudes that sells fitness equipment on television. You know, the guy who lives at the gym and gets all the chicks...so why is it that after 2 weeks of intense pain and suffering on these machines....I still look the same? I think I need some steroids or something. Well, either that or some new DNA. In any case, I will continue to pump iron like a man possessed until I look ripped....or rip a muscle....whichever comes first.