Am I done yet?
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
So I went to the gym yesterday.
I was talking to my friend who I hope will be my workout buddy. I called him while I was at work to see if he was up for checking the place out w/me last night, but he had a "honeydo" list as long as his arm (they are leaving for a vacation on Wednesday and he is off from his job on Mondays so it makes sense). He asked me if I was going straight from work or if I was going home first and I told him that I had to go home since I didn't drive to work yesterday and I didn't have any workout clothes. I said that I was going treat myself to a gym bag after I had successfully followed through on one week of going to the gym.
So I get there and am checking in for the first time after registering online, and I am told that I get a gift as a new member. Either a t-shirt (largest size XL, which would look like spandex on me - a look NO ONE wants to see), or a gym bag.
So now I have THAT.
And a date w/my wife at the gym tonight. Because nothing is sexier than a fat guy in sweatpants puffing like he is trying to blow down a house made of bricks in order to get the sweet, sweet ham that is standing inside of it.