Friday, May 09, 2008

At the gym: heroin

Well here I am on the bike and I'm not even going to tell you what I'm working on because I think its quite clear I'm working on my valvolines, my trundle beds and my knapsacks. See, I was taking a break from the bike because I was getting this weird pain in my lower back that was strangely sharp and wet feeling. Were I back on the space station I would wonder if I'd wet myself, or worse, if I were hanging out with Doug, the drunk astronaut who was always spilling his freeze dried and then reconstituted mai-tais, as well as wetting himself. In fact we used to joke about how he'd 'reconstitute' anything freeze dried you gave him, if you know what I mean. But sadly I'm earthbound for awhile and so I could rule out the idea of the wetness being space mai-tais or urine. But there was pain and half of me half expected (that's about a quarter expectation rate) that I'd reach back there and find blood. Have I been literally stabbed in the back, I wondered? Et tu, LifeFitness 95ri? But there wasn't blood. No backmata or backcarriage or backstruation. Clearly I'm still working on that one.

Anyway, I decided to take a break for a day, which I did yesterday and maybe also the day before? Yes! And then I came here and did the elliptical machine for awhile and the did the stairclimber for less than awhile because that shit is hard and boring, like scrabble. Oh yes, I went there. I don't like scrabble very much. I know this will surprise you because people expect I would be good at it, and oh I am, but I don't enjoy it.

Right so the thing about the other machines is that you really can't blog on them because you might fall off so all you can do is count forwards and backwards in your head in other languages and then you can count out the drum beat of whatever song you're listening to in your head and then you can play drums in your head along with the music. My friend told me that while working out, men fantasize about calamity hitting the gym and then saving all the women at the gym. What about the animals, I ask? Man, what kind of humanitarian wouldn't build an ark? But that's where I came into all this, I was emailing at the gym and he said it sounded dangerous and I said I would die of boredom otherwise, as I did on those machines today. Those other machines.

So now I'm back on this bike. It's like heroin only if I try to inject it and there's an air bubble, I won't die from the air bubble, I'll die from the huge piece of exercise equipment I just shot between my toes. Truthfully I never thought I'd get to this point, stealing giant spoons (really they're more like industrial ladle shaped forklifts. Do those exist? I need a joke intern asap), wrapping bikes in tin foil and smuggling them out of the gym.

Whoa, where am I? I felt like I touched God and also like I was in the womb and also like I was glowing and just warm. You know? And tired, so tired.

Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry


Anonymous said...

Well, at least you're not having to work out at the Wellness Center at the hospital. I knew you were a fast healer. Just so you know, I was on the phone with the flower-shop about to deliver balloons and what-not, but now I don't have to. I woulda though.

Nothing like working out to "Miss China White's work-out tape." I hear she'll have you doing chin-ups hanging from the ceiling up-side down. I don't think I could do the work-out. I hear it's too rigourous. More so than Jane Fonda, etc.

X) Sippin' on Da Syrup. - Three 6 Mafia.


Rbastid said...

Have you tried bloggin while doing an overhead press? It really helps build your trilateralpectorphins, and like they say, trilateralpectorphins help the ladies notice my extremely bulbus head....wait, thats not right.

Also would your joke inter recieve pay or is purely for school credit?

Ted from Accounting said...

I'm amazed that you can type on your BlackBerry while exercising! But you constantly amaze me so...I guess I'm easily amazed...isn't that amazing!?!?

Yes, I love to do this !?!?!?! now. It's my new thing!