J and I have talked about joining a gym for a while now. We both want to drop a few pounds before Resolved, so we decided to go check it out today after work. We printed out vouchers for a 3 day trial and
drove over to the nearest LA Fitness.

I don't know about you, but I always feel awkward about gyms because I feel very conspicuous working out with all those other people. There's something uncomfortable about doing an ab crunch machine while Joe-Giant-Muscles is standing there waiting to use the machine after you. At least with this gym there aren't any windows to the outside world so any passerby can see you sweaty and WAY too out of breath for
3 minutes on the treadmill.



Anyway, we walk in, probably way too tired to be working out, and expect to sign in and head to the locker room. Next thing we know, we're sitting at a desk with a guy wearing a tie asking us about our work-out goals and measuring our body fat percentage. "So, do you want to lose weight, or tone-up?" Well, we're at the gym aren't we? Geez. Some more questions, a tour of the gym, and an hour later we were offered an incentive for signing up today. We were so exhausted after that we looked at each other and simultaneously said, "did we just buy a car?" It was either that or a time share. Man a liv-in.



We finally got to do some actual exorcising for about 40 minutes.
Now I'm tired AND sore. Hm.