A Week
at the Gym

For Christmas this year my wife purchased me a week of private lessons at the
local health club. Though still in great shape from when I was on the varsity
chess team in high school, I decided it was a good idea to go ahead and try it.
I called and made reservations with someone named Tanya, who said she is a 26-year-old
aerobics instructor and athletic clothing model. My wife seemed very pleased with
how enthusiastic I was to get started.
Day 1.
They suggest I keep this "exercise diary" to chart my progress this
week. Started the morning at 6:00 AM. Tough to get up, but worth it when I arrived
at the health club and Tanya was waiting for me. She's something of a goddess,
with blond hair and a dazzling white smile. She showed me the machines and took
my pulse after five minutes on the treadmill. She seemed a little alarmed that
it was so high, but I think just standing next to her in that outfit of hers added
about ten points. Enjoyed watching the aerobics class. Tanya was very encouraging
as I did my sit ups, though my gut was already aching a little from holding it
in the whole time I was talking to her. This is going to be GREAT.
Day 2.
Took a whole pot of coffee to get me out the door, but I made it. Tanya had me
lie on my back and push this heavy iron bar up into the air. Then she put weights
on it, for heaven's sake! Legs were a little wobbly on the treadmill, but I made
it the full mile. Her smile made it all worth it. Muscles feel GREAT.
Day 3.
The only way I can brush my teeth is by laying the tooth brush on the counter
and moving my mouth back and forth over it. I am certain that I have developed
a hernia in both pectorals. Driving was okay as long as I didn't try to steer.
I parked on top of a Volkswagen. Tanya was a little impatient with me and said
my screaming was bothering the other club members. The treadmill hurt my chest
so I did the stair monster. Why would anyone invent a machine to simulate an activity
rendered obsolete by the invention of elevators? Tanya told me regular exercise
would make me live longer. I can't imagine anything worse.
Day 4.
Tanya was waiting for me with her vampire teeth in a full snarl. I can't help
it if I was half an hour late, it took me that long just to tie my shoes. She
wanted me to lift dumbbells. Not a chance, Tanya. The word "dumb" must
be in there for a reason. I hid in the men's room until she sent Lars looking
for me. As punishment she made me try the rowing machine. It sank.
Day 5.
I hate Tanya more than any human being has ever hated any other human being in
the history of the world. If there was any part of my body not in extreme pain
I would hit her with it. She thought it would be a good idea to work on my triceps.
Well I have news for you Tanya I don't have triceps. And if you don't want dents
in the floor don't hand me any barbells. I refuse to accept responsibility for
the damage, YOU went to sadist school, YOU are to blame. The treadmill flung me
back into a science teacher, which hurt like crazy. Why couldn't it have been
someone softer, like a music teacher, or social studies?
Day 6.
Got Tanya's message on my answering machine, wondering where I am. I lacked the
strength to use the TV remote so I watched eleven straight hours of the weather
channel.
Day 7.
Well, that's the week. Thank God that's over. Maybe next time my wife will give
me something a little more fun, like free teeth drilling at the dentist's.