If you read this without laughing out loud, there is
something wrong with you. This is dedicated to everyone who
ever attempted to get into a regular workout routine.
Dear Diary:
For my fortieth birthday this year, my wife (the dear)
purchased a week of personal training at the local health
club for me.
Although I am still in great shape since playing on my
college football team 25yrs ago, I decided it would be a
good idea to go ahead and give it a try.
I called the club and made my reservation with a personal
trainer named Belinda, who identified herself as a 26yr old
aerobics instructor and model for athletic clothing and
swimwear.
My wife seemed pleased with my enthusiasm to get started!
The club encouraged me to keep a diary to chart my progress.
MONDAY:
Started my day at 6:00am. Tough to get out of bed, but it
was well worth it when I arrived at the health club to find
Belinda waiting for me.
She was something of a Greek goddess - with blonde hair,
dancing eyes and a dazzling white smile. Woo Hoo !!!
She took my pulse after 5 minutes on the treadmill. She was
alarmed that my pulse was so fast, but I attributed it to
standing next to her in her Lycra aerobics outfit. I enjoyed
watching the skilful way in which she conducted her aerobics
class after my workout today.
Very inspiring, Belinda was encouraging as I did my sit-ups,
although my gut was already aching from holding it in the
whole time she was around.
This is going to be a FANTASTIC week!!
TUESDAY:
I drank a whole pot of coffee, but I finally made it out the
door.
Belinda made me lie on my back and push a heavy iron bar
into the air, and then she put weights on it! My legs were a
little wobbly on the treadmill, but I made the full mile.
Belinda’s rewarding smile made it all worthwhile. I feel
GREAT!! It’s a whole new life for me.
WEDNESDAY:
The only way I can brush my teeth is by lying on the
toothbrush on the counter and moving my mouth back and forth
over it. I believe I have a hernia in both pectorals.
Driving was OK as long as I didn’t try to steer or stop.
Belinda was impatient with me, insisting that my screams
bothered the other club members. Her voice is a little too
perky for early in the morning and when she scolds, she gets
this nasally whines that is VERY annoying. My chest hurts
when I got on the treadmill, so Belinda put me on the stair
monster. Why the hell would anyone invent a machine to
simulate an activity rendered obsolete by elevators? Belinda
told me it would help me get in shape and enjoy life. She
said some other shit too.
THURSDAY:
Belinda was waiting for me with her vampire-like teeth
exposed as her thin, cruel lips were pulled back in a full
snarl. I couldn’t help being a half an hour late; it took me
that long to tie my shoes. Belinda took me to workout with
dumbbells. When she was not looking, I ran and hid in the
men’s room. She sent Lars to find me, then, as punishment,
put me on the rowing machine – which I sank.
FRIDAY:
I hate that bitch Belinda more than any human being has ever
hated any other human being in the history of the world.
Stupid, skinny, anaemic little cheerleading bitch. If there
were a part of my body I could move without unbearable pain,
I would beat her with it.
Belinda wanted me to work on my triceps. I don’t have any
triceps! And if you don’t want dents in the floor, don’t
hand me the*&%#(#&** barbells or anything that weighs more
than a sandwich. The treadmill flung me off and I landed on
a health and nutrition teacher.
Why couldn’t it have been someone softer, like the drama
coach or the choir director?
SATURDAY:
Belinda left a message on my answering machine in her
grating, shrilly voice wondering why I did not show up
today. Just hearing her made me want to smash the machine
with my planner. However, I lacked the strength to even use
the TV remote and ended up catching eleven straight hours of
the Weather Channel.
SUNDAY:
I’m having the Church van pick me up for services today so I
can go and thank GOD that this week is over. I will also
pray that next year, my wife (the bitch), will choose a gift
for me that is fun…
…like a root canal or a vasectomy.