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Diary Of A Regular Joe

For my birthday 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.

She  suggested I keep
an "exercise diary" to chart my progress:

Day 1.
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 while.
Muscles ALL feel GREAT.

Day 3.

The only way I can brush my teeth is by laying the
toothbrush 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 OK 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 goodness that's over.
Maybe next time my wife will give me something a
little more fun, like a gift certificate for a root canal. . ..

Joe's Diary by Camilla Eriksson
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