Reality Remixed: Like Disco Lemonade
What better place than here?
What better time than now?


Monday, October 14, 2002
So I go to the gym like 5 times a week now. And each time I go, it's pretty much a two-hour excursion. Since I go straight to work from home in the morning because I'm not a morning person and I want to sleep as late as I can, my evenings are locked up at the gym. I've unwittingly become what Mikey calls a "gym rat." At least I'm reaping some benefits -- lost 20 pounds since I started the hardcore workout routine.

But I'm not the kind of person who feels good after a workout is done. Yeah, I'm happy it's done and I feel better that I did it because then I don't feel guilty for not going to the gym, but during the workout, I can't think of anything more than "I want this to be over..." I seem to be the aberration in that so many people I talk to always ask me, "But don't you feel good after it's done?" No, I don't. I feel sweaty and tired and disgusting. That's not good for me. I feel better after I go home and shower and sit down for a little while. For all the gorgeous women there are at my gym, I'm not going to talk to any of them or ask them out because I probably look as disgusting as I feel while I'm working out.
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