Today I dragged my sorry butt to the local gym and signed up for a three month membership. Why three months? Only because it was their current special, not because I think I am going to work miracles in that short of a time. I may be on the verge, but I am not delusional (thank goodness for spell checkers).
So I show up for my appointment with Rob the trainer, who spent an half hour last week reviewing in detail the amazing but true features of this work-out health mecca which could be mine for the amazingly low cost of the equivalent of a set of braces, ready to sign on the dotted line. Surprisingly Rob is outside doing god knows what when I arrive. I soon find out what when Rob enters in a cloud of cigarette smoke smelling like my ex-grandmother in-law who smoked like a chimney fire.
Needless to say, I will not be taking health tips from Rob, but I am excited to have a new place to shake my booty!
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