Jim Gym Dgim

I'm not one to go to the gym. We've lived in this building for over a year now and this is only about the third time we've used it's workout facilities. I just find it hard to motivate myself to go down to a (fanless, might I add) room and exert myself in place. I'd hop on the bike for a trip from the living room to the kitchen (and I have, actually) but something about running/biking/elliptical-ing in place just seems silly to me.

That being said, the gal and I are making an effort to get down there once or twice a day for at least twenty minutes of exercise and so far we're two for two. Kasey wants to get in shape (even though I think she looks more than fine) and I'm quietly horrified that I'm losing all my hard-won returns from biking to work every day for about nine months. If I can be frank, my legs are a major point of pride for me, and even though I'm not that fast or powerful, I'm pretty happy with my current performance on the bicycle. Losing that would suuuuuck.

My gym needs a fan though. Or four. Fer real. The sweat just sits on me and does not transfer heat away like it's supposed to. So then I'm sitting on a recumbent-style machine (ugh) clawing at my clothing like it was strangulating me. I'm sure the other gym patrons are grateful for the chemical-harsh Clorox wipes provided by the management, cuz today I would have left that machine covered in David Evidence. Twenty minutes of "Performance" and I had some shaky legs. Six miles. Two-hundred and seventy calories burned. Clothes drenched.

Personally, I think a lot more people would get healthy if they started riding bikes. It is hundreds of times more enjoyable to be outside, actually moving through the air and the world, with changing scenery, than to be indoors reading a magazine or watching TV while you move in place. I don't know how people can do it on a regular basis. Conversely, I make up errands and excuses for myself to get out on a bicycle whenever I can and keep fit while eating absolute crap while doing it.

It's bed time for me. My lovely and lively assistant is lying next to me and her purdy back needs a'cuddlin'.

Take care.

- David