Sunday, March 19, 2006

Health Club update

OK, so why do they call it a "Health Club"? They should call it a "Muscle-Soreness Producing Torture Pit" instead. That would be truth in advertising.

Because I can barely move without screaming this morning. I mean, I'm not stupid. I knew that I was going to feel the workout this morning. But because of the advanced state of mushiness my muscles had been enjoying up until yesterday, they weren't ready for a full-body workout.

So, today they're letting me know about it.

This is what I'd look like if all my skin was peeled off of me. I bet it wouldn't hurt any worse than it already does.

Anyway, I'm coping with the proper amount of rest (a lot), applying the heating pad, and taking the prescribed medication for recovery (see below):

Ah....I'm feeling much better now!


ByronB said...

Well, you look in fine form to me!

My son pays £47 per month - who runs your gym - Miss Whiplash???

CT Bob said...

LMAO!!! I almost spewed onto my monitor! I'm afraid to ask where you got that awful, I don't want to know.

...and my ass isn't that hairy.

47 L's a month? That's like maybe 75 REAL dollars. I guess there's not much competition locally, huh? We have like five gyms within about a mile of each other, so they're all cutting the prices. Last month it was $15 month, now it's $10. The facility is pretty damned good for the price...hell, it's probably WORTH 47 L's!

Gaz said...

What the F***! I couldent stop laughing at that picture of the guy in the shorts....What in god's name....

CT Bob said...

I know, I's like a car wreck; it's absolutely horrible, but you can't look away.

And why is that guy so fucking happy?