The Return of Gymming

There is a scene in Run Fatboy Run where Simon Pegg attempts to run for the first time. He comes out of his apartment in briefs and a t-shirt that reveals his plump midriff. He has this determined scowl on his face, pscyhes himself up, starts barrelling down the street, turns a corner, and then........... he's bent over, defeated after about a hundred yards. He looks fucking ridiculous.

I can relate. I feel like Schwarzenegger when I'm going along at 3.5 miles an hour on the treadmill, but I know I must look silly, especially when I'm rocking my MP3's bobbing my head and fist-pumping while mouthing, "I'm not Jesus! Jesus wasn't there!" (that's a song by the way). I'm quite certain I look something akin to Dennis Doyle, minus the briefs.

Unfortunately, for all the good vibes I get from my workouts, my free membership is soon expiring. Boooo...... It was a perk of the job, but now i am hoping they do not notice that my key card does not beep anymore when I pass by the scanner.

And I think at the very least, if I am going to pay for it, they should have a scale that works. I stepped on it the other day for the first time. It had to be about 25 pounds too light. Of course, I knew right away that something must be wrong. My pants and belt certainly weren't telling me that I weighed so little. But still, the thought automatically kicks in that, whoa, nice! You kind of have to force yourself to come down from the high. Then you're just kind of annoyed.