I’m still going to the gym at semi-regular intervals. Of course I’ve had no real progression in terms of getting in better shape, but at least I’m not in worse shape than when I started exercising there last year. I’m not sure if that spells “well-spent money”, though. Anyway. Since I stated going I’ve made a couple of more or less (probably mostly less) interesting observations:
I known that it’s important to breathe correctly when working out, in particular if you’re in the monkey room lifting scrap metal about. I can also understand that you are probably exhausted when you’re done working out since you were able to move a lot of heavy weights around in spite of gravity – and when you’re exhausted it feels really good to fill your lungs with air and then slowly let it all out again. But, please, for the love of all things holy, when you’ve been in the shower for ten minutes, it’s about time to stop. I’m in the shower booth next to you and it really sounds like you’re getting a blow job. I can only assume that you’re not, since we’re both in the men’s locker room and I didn’t see any women entering. Continue reading "Glow Job." →