Since we bought the exercise bike in lieu of a gym membership for Deano, I have completely stopped going to the gym myself. Having your own bike is a luxury I never thought it could be. And as an added bonus, Dean's work ended up reimbursing us for it as part of their healthy lifestyle initiative. So here are the top five reasons why I hate the gym and am so happy we bought the bike.
5. The gym bunnies. Oh my good God I hate the skinny girls that come to the gym in full hair and makeup wearing a sports bra and short shorts.
4. I can watch CNN rather than whatever music video station the gym is showing with a non-matching radio soundtrack.
3. I can wear pajama bottoms and an old, stained, holey, hideous t-shirt for my workout if I want to.
2. I don't have to wake up at the butt crack of dawn just to be sure to get a machine. Otherwise I'd have to wait until one of the dreaded gym bunnies mentioned above was done barely breaking a sweat. And then if my schedule was messed up from experiments I would just give up and not go at all. I am much more flexible about time this way.
And most of all...
1. Allison does this whenever one of us is on the bike:
Sunday, March 25, 2007
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oh my god she's cute...
Having equipment at home is great. Your kitty is a cutie.
I LOVE Ally Cat!! There is nothing left to say...that is the very best reason ever!!
Those reasons are so true - we have a treadmill and I feel the same way. Though sometimes I feel I am not as motivated since I don't see others around me sweating their asses off.
Too Cutie! Whenever we are on the tredmill Ruby gets all scared and anxious and I spend more time comforting her rather then working out! lol
Our cats hide when we're on the treadmill. It scares them. I mean, as soon as I lower the base, Coco hides.
Sometimes I wish Ally was a little more scared than she is. I worry she'll get bonked on the head if she gets too close to the pedals. Wrigley keeps his distance though and Nellie couldn't care less either way.
I hate those gym bunnies too. I'm trying to work out, dripping sweat, face ruddy from exhaustion. Then some hot girl in short shorts bends over to pick up a towel, or stretch her hams, and I'm trying not to stare... What was I talking about?
C'mon, Scott! Don't be such a pig! I almost put on the list the guys that are obviously staring at the gym bunnies and how sometimes I get pissed if they stare at me and I'm not in the mood. But sometimes I get pissed if they're not staring at me and I'm feeling especially good about myself. But I didn't want to sound like too much of a head case...
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I think I need to get one of these. I hate working out in the gym. Plus, maybe one of my cats would do something cute like yours.
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