Gun-totin', Chronic-smokin' Hearse Initiator (ludickid) wrote,
Gun-totin', Chronic-smokin' Hearse Initiator

Tales from the sweaty room

I went to the little workout place for the first time in a long time last night. I've missed it, to tell you the truth. Jogging on a treadmill while looking down at every six-year-old girl in Albany Park learning to ice skate is an inexpressable pleasure, and not in a sex pervert way but in a "haw haw lookit them little girls fall down" way. They took out the stereo, so I can no longer annoy fellow fitness enthusiasts with blaring Mr. Dibbs records, but they have put in a couple of new machines and, best of all, a HEAVY BAG!

I learned last night that I can run for longer than I used to be able to; I'm still pretty strong; and I can walk home wearing shorts in the insane 4-degree weather and not die. Alas, I did not learn that if you haven't worked out in a long time you should ease back into it, or else you will have a heart attack, and also blow out every muscle in your right arm.

Dammit! I need that arm to masturbate!
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