My trainer is gonna kill me:

Since working out on Friday, I've had fast food three consecutive days(although only once a day).

So, I decided to work off my Twister combo this afternoon. Set the exercise bike to 30 minutes.

After two minutes, I had the same feeling that I have when I've stopped drinking for the night, but my friends demand I do a shot of something nasty. This feeling is called "dread".

At the five-minute mark, I focused on the cute girl working out in front of me. She did three different machines while I was on the bike. She also seemed to be taunting me with her hot body. Simply stretching some would say. Getting me worked up, I'd say.

At the ten-minute mark, I made a deal with God. Get me to twelve minutes and I'll believe in you.

I made it to twelve. But I realized that my deal with Satan takes precedence over my oral agreement with God. Sorry, big guy! I was the color of the Cleveland Indians mascot by this point. Got to my locker just in time to see an old man's buttocks. Groovy.

Stumbled out of Gold's Gym. Lit one up. Ah, physical fitness is where it's at.

kidelrich said:

Dedication at its finest.

kidelrich said:

fitness shmitness

You're shit!

Zogmuffin said:

Fuck off!

kidelrich said:

12 minutes! I run 3 miles! that's absolutely crap! Baumeister, you should be ashamed.

GOOD NIGHT, sir.

Zogmuffin said:

Oh, yeah, what's your resistance? I'm guessing 0.

kidelrich said:

twister combo? wtf is that? you should eat it while you're on the bike and smoke at the same time....ya know, why fuck around!?

reveal yourself, Baumeister!!!!!

abierman said:

I don't know what you're talking about, but as I type this, I am sweating to the oldies.

Didn't have a heat stroke today from the bike. Got up to 170 heart rate, whatever that means.