The first day at the new gym was a rousing success.
The day after the first day at the gym is slightly more problematic.
Long and short and baby tee of it: I joined a gym in the Prudential Center here in Boston on Tuesday night. I joined because I work right across the street from it, and even tho the cost is fairly steep, I’ve eliminated any excuse I’ve given myself to not work out. Believe me, I’ve got roughly 484, including:
“I worked really hard today at my job; I deserve a break.”
“It’s now rush hour; I can’t possibly drive to my gym in less than 30 minutes, and I need to be back for ‘24’.”
“A 6-pack in my stomach seems more enticing than a 6-pack on my stomach.”
“The Nazis have Professor Jones in a tight spot; he needs my help!”
So forth and so on. So I joined a new gym. Figured I’d get off on the right foot yesterday. So I got up at 6 am, was on an elliptical machine by 7 am, and was at work, showered, at 8 am. Just a quick 40-minute cardio workout, a quick shower, and boom. Not bad. I thought I wouldn’t need coffee; that endorphins would carry me through the morning.
Oh hell no. Still needed my drug fix. Still, a good start. In fact, it was so good, that I decided to go back after work for another 75 minutes of cardio. I went back on ol’ Trusty Jimmy McLliptical, and then went on the MOST OVER-THE-TOP TREADMILL IN THE HISTORY OF MAN.
Let me break down some of the amenities that this bad-ass piece of rotating tire-tread has to offer:
OK, well, the first three were on point. Just amazing. I mean, I guess some of my income should go towards Sally Struthers feeding 3rd world children, but not at the expense of watching E! Nightly News while running the “You’re a Groupie Running After Justin Timberlake Through a Sun-Kissed Meadow” course on the TreadMAX 4000.
As exciting as all of this was, today’s a slightly different story. Add in the fact that for various other reasons I walked an additional 45 minutes last night after my double-session workouts, and you’ve got a sore McGee. I did sleep in this morning a bit, though, since I’m hoping to get out of work on time to be able to publish my 2nd annual “Video Music Awards Rundown” by tomorrow morning. And that, like, implies that I actually get to watch the darn thing tonite. Who knows. We shall see. Keep tuned in. Same Bat-time, same Bat-blog.