Well my friends, this may be the last time we speak. I am about to enter hell. I shall embark on a journey that will cost me blood, sweat, tears and strength, but hopefully I’ll persevere.
That’s right my friends, tonight… tonight, I go to the Gym.
I don’t pretend to be excited about this fact. I don’t pretend that I’m not going to be wishing myself dead throughout my entire 90 minute “evaluation” by trainers who will hopefully get me on the right track (once they’re done laughing, I’m sure). But it has to be done.
I’ve hit that point in my life where inactivity and being out of shape actually kind of bothers me. For a long time I’ve kind of shrugged it off, but these days as I lounge around, I restless much faster but don’t have the energy or motivation to actually go out and do anything. I’d like to change that.
This will not be my first attempt at the so-called “working out,” but it will be my first with some professional guidance. I’m hoping that they can set up a routine for me that’s enough of a workout that I can begin to get into shape, but isn’t going to kill me in the process. That was the issue last time I tried this. The guy I was working out with was on a much higher level of fitness, so keeping up with him nearly ended me.
So if this is the end for me, I will say it’s been a sweet ride and I will miss all of you. Please avenge my death, and speak of me often as I was.
But leave out that I was out of shape. Make it seem like I was Conan or something.
