I'm in trouble...
I have a gym at work. When I say gym, I mean it in every sense of the word: weights, cardio, classes, trainers, the works.
I talked to the gym manager yesterday and told her that I keep meaning to go down and work out but that I'm so out of shape it's not funny. She berated me for waiting and stalling and I totally deserved the lecture.
Fast forward to today. A co-worker came into my office and asked, "Do you have running shoes?" Uh, yeah... why? "Cause your bringing them on Monday and going to the gym with me [the manager] is going to kick your butt into shape." I ask - Does she have a knife? Because the only way you're going to get me to run is if you threaten me with some object or device which would bring significant bodily harm.
She replies, "I'm sure she could get one..."
Screwed. I'm screwed.
About damn time I say. Ask Nik how my mood is vastly improved with all the training I'm doing. Not to mention sleeping more soundy.
Posted by: Matthew Potter | June 29, 2007 at 04:22 PM
hahhahhah....SUCKA!
Posted by: Nikki | June 30, 2007 at 09:28 AM
Heck, with your legs, you're going to be done, showered and back to work by the time they're half way done. I just love a long stride, don't you?
Posted by: Matt | July 01, 2007 at 10:09 PM