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Tag Archives: gym
Shut up
Okay, so after a rip roaring first week of Couch to 5K, I may have skipped a week. Well, I didn’t technically skip it, because I did meet with a trainer. Named Melvin. And then afterward I was so a) sore … Continue reading
Why joining a gym makes me think the Crucifixion was a hoax
Here’s why: Jesus H. Flippin’ Christ died when he was thirty-three, which I just turned a few weeks ago. That’s pretty much where the similarities stop, but he’s been on my mind the last couple of days because I joined … Continue reading
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Tagged cocktails, exercise, goals, gym, jesus, stationary bikes, treadmills
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Rat tails want to be free, pt. 2
While it might sound strange that this guy’s rat tail would cause me to start thinking about blogging, much less that I would be inspired by it, here’s what came to mind: that!shit!took!time! As I stumbled along on the treadmill, … Continue reading
Rat tails want to be free, pt. 1
Maybe it sounds weird, but the nastiest rat tail I may have ever seen inspired me to start this blog. Here’s the story: at thirty one years and ten days I decided to start exercising. This was last summer, and … Continue reading

Stop exercising if …
Let me tell you about this little warning sticker that I found affixed to the handlebar of my exercycle at the gym. Here’s the scene: I am slumped over on a stationary bike, riding along through the Slough of Despond, … Continue reading →