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August 20, 2004
Fish Out of Water
Since I'm hideously, disgustingly fat, I've decided to join a gym.
Yesterday I went to check out the 24 Hour Fatness nearby, and it was really not very nice (and very expensive). The pool was all icky and unheated and there were tiles falling off the walls. Also, they only had exercise classes at the butt crack of dawn or after 5 PM.
Today I tried out Club Sport, which is infinitely nicer. It was like the difference between the Circus Circus and the Paris Las Vegas. It's more expensive, but it seems worth it. And WHO KNEW gyms were so expensive? Why didn't anyone tell me?
Anyway, I took a Pilates class this morning (okay, noon). I've never done this before, and I felt like a gigantic dork. Everybody else seemed to know how to breathe and stuff. It was okay until we had to lay on our sides. Everybody else was all nicely balanced, but I kept flopping around and falling over on my mat. Really, I felt like a greased watermelon. I just couldn't stay in place. It was humiliating.
Somehow I managed to make it through the whole hour, then I went outside and swam in the lovely, lovely pool.
Now I'm home, watching the Olympics. Mmmmm, men's swimming. Yum Yum Yum.
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