It's funny, I can't seem to remember feeling my face this morning or the curves of my chin, the simple contour of the dimple I’ve had my whole life. This Stairmaster is boring but it loosens me up so I can work out without killing myself. Hey, look at that chick. She’s a hot one. She’s dreamlike I guess, certainly puts a lot of work into that body.
I just lost my ability to caress in the mirror one day, take care of myself, got out of shape, but now that I’ve joined fitness club it won’t take much time at all to get back into shape.
That all seems faded now, I’ve been coming to the gym for two months and already feel better. The bloat is gone. Uhm, who are you, man trying to hone in on my broad?
If it’s all the same to you, find another machine in another fitness center. Mister Muscles. I think I lost my feeling one morning in the mirror, watching her dry and realizing that neither one of us could see our feet.
So this is me thinking as I wake from a dream while I walk over and over again on this stupid Stairmaster, rambling in and out and on and on.....Mmmmm.... Reality smells good today, any day with her in the picture.
As I arrived on this cold Monday morning, robed in drab grey dreamless middle class disease, I wonder to myself, why am I watching an aerobicise infomercial at five frickin' A.M. and then this lovely comes in and performs the infomercial live and I understand why. And why does it turn me on after I ate cold Grape Nuts and black coffee, steamy, no flavor allowed because I’m on a diet.
Lost my rear on the Raiders, the God blessed half point. Wow, television at six A.M. plays the same old garbage over and over again. ESPN plays Sports Center like five hundred times. Maybe something will happen before the next episode starts and they’ll have to change something.
Oh no. She’s done with the treadmill. She’s toweling off. God, even that’s hot, and she’s leaving, rats. I guess that’s it. My work outs over, at least I’m done walking on this stupid stair contraption. What was I thinking about coming out in the rain to work out at 6 A.M. before I go to work? That’s pure insanity. Wait a minute, another hot chick.
Maybe I’ll try out this stationary bike. I’ve still got a few hours until it’s time to go to work.
Hmm, maybe if they kept enough hot women around this fitness club I’d never want to leave, then I could get into great shape in no time flat. Wow, what they need to do is start a Hustler’s Gold Physical Fitness Club. Yes, that’s a great idea, a strip club where you could work out. That would be great, but honestly, I don’t think I’d get too much work done.