That is what I exclaimed in my head while I was given a tour of my new health club today. You see, for Phase 4 of The Cleansing I received a gym membership for my birthday from my parents. And the gym I joined? The (relatively) brand new health center at my alma mater. Being a "young grad" (yeah, right), I got a pretty decent rate. And yes, the facilities are great. But you should see the slew of co-eds that were hitting the bank of elliptical machines en masse. Dear sweet Lord. Impure thoughts galore.
You ever get the feeling that you need to hit the gym before you actually, you know, hit the gym?
7 comments:
if that (fine-ass coeds) is not proper motivation for self-improvement, then I don't know what is.
If you decide for a change of scenery or want to look at some slightly older (mid 20s) hotties... come on down and join the party at Gold's Willow Lawn. Tons of hotties frequent this place. And the Cardio-Cinema is usually playing a good movie.
reg - Yeah, it'll definitely help. It is reminiscent of the Buckeye Dance Force practicing at my old gym. I predict lots of saddle soreness.
noah - Well, I'm locked in for the next year, but you never know. Maybe when I get tired of college girls. HA HA HA HA HA HA HA! Seriously, this place is almost exclusively made up of PYTs. I don't anticipate any old, naked men in the locker room like the other gyms that I've belonged to. Oh, wait - I'm going to be the old, naked man! Geez, that's sad.
Cardio Cinema? Sounds interesting. The place I'm at has a room with ping pong, pool, and Pac-Man. Feel the burn!
Solution to your dilemma:
Prior to arrival at the gym for your workout, shave with the Schick Quattro Titanium razor.
And I'll have all of the co-eds falling off of their treadmills. It's kind of crazy, but it just might work.
Bingo! It happened on TV, so it must be based in fact.
Exactly. And like my boy Doug Heffernan, I'm going to marry a cute lil' hottie...that I'll likely meet at this gym.
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