November 26th, 2004  
C/2nd Lt Robot


If you read this without laughing out loud, there is something
wrong with you. This is dedicated to everyone who ever attempted to get in to a regular workout routine.
Dear Diary:
For my fortieth birthday this year, my wife (the dear) purchased a
week of personal training at the local health club for me. Although I am
still in great shape since playing on my college football team 25yrs ago,
I decided it would be a good idea to go ahead and give it a try. I
called the club. Made my reservation with a personal trainer named
Belinda, who identified herself as a 26 yr. old aerobics instructor and model for athletic clothing and swimwear. My wife seemed pleased with my enthusiasm to get started! The club encouraged me to keep a diary to chart my progress.
Started my day at 6:00am. Tough to get out of bed, but it was well worth it when I arrived at the health club to find Belinda waiting for me. She was something of a Greek goddess -- with blonde hair, dancing eyes and a dazzling white smile. Woo Hoo!!!!! She took my pulse after 5 minutes on the treadmill. She was alarmed that my pulse was so fast, but I attributed it to standing next to her in her Lycra aerobics outfit. I enjoyed watching the skilful way in which she conducted her aerobics class after my workout today. Very inspiring, Belinda was encouraging as I did my sit-ups, Although my gut was already aching from holding it in the whole time she was around. This is going to be a FANTASTIC week!!
TUESDAY: I drank a whole pot of coffee, but I finally made it out the
door. Belinda made me lie on my back and push a heavy iron bar into the
air, and then she put weights on it! My legs were a little wobbly on the
treadmill, but I made the full mile. Belinda's rewarding smile made it all
worthwhile. I feel GREAT!! It's a whole new life for me.
The only way I can brush my teeth is by lying on the toothbrush on
the counter and moving my mouth back and forth over it. I believe I
have a hernia in both pectorals. Driving was OK as long as I didn't try
to steer or stop. I parked on top of a GEO in the club parking lot. Belinda was impatient with me, insisting that my screams bothered the other club
members. Her voice is a little too perky for early in the morning and when
she scolds, she gets this nasally whines that is VERY annoying. My chest hurts when I got on the treadmill, so Belinda put me on the stair monster. Why the hell would anyone invent a machine to simulate an activity rendered obsolete by elevators? Belinda told me it would help me get in shape and enjoy life. She said some other s*** too.
THURSDAY: Belinda was waiting for me with her vampire-like teeth exposed as her thin, cruel lips were pulled back in a full snarl. I couldn't help being a half an hour late; it took me that long to tie my shoes. Belinda took me to workout with dumbbells. When she was not looking, I ran and hide in the men's room. She sent Lars to find me, then, as punishment, put me on the rowing machine -- which I sank.
FRIDAY: I hate that b**** Belinda more than any human being has ever hated any other human being in the history of the world. Stupid, skinny,
anaemic little cheerleading b****. If there were a part of my body I could
move without unbearable pain, I would beat her with it. Belinda wanted
me to work on my triceps. I don't have any triceps! And if you don't
want dents in the floor, don't hand me the*&%#(#&** barbells or anything that weighs more than a sandwich. The treadmill flung me off and I landed on a health and nutrition teacher. Why couldn't it have been someone softer, like the drama coach or the choir director?
SATURDAY: Belinda left a message on my answering machine in her grating, shrilly voice wondering why I did not show up today. Just hearing her made me want to smash the machine with my planner. However, I lacked the strength to even use the TV remote and ended up catching eleven straight hours of the Weather Channel.
I'm having the Church van pick me up for services today so I can go and thank GOD that this week is over. I will also pray that next year, my
wife (the b****), will choose a gift for me that is fun --like a root canal
or a vasectomy.
November 26th, 2004  
rotc boy
that is friggin great
November 29th, 2004  
Very funny. The pain from laughing so hard.
November 29th, 2004  
Hahahahahaha Hilarious
April 19th, 2005  
That is one of the best jokes! rock on!
April 21st, 2005  
ok story time.... as ya'll know my boyfriend is in the Marines and they are required to do pt to stay in shape. Well His commanding officer thought it would be a good Idea to try aerobics to improve the run times of the men...Well there was this "adorable blonde" named Heather that taught aerobics. I was slightly worried that my boyfriend of two years would be staring at this 120 pound perfect bodied woman every other day for 2 weeks but after the first day when he came home whining about how much of a that 120 pound girl was and how he hoped she got fat and pregnant my worries turned in to giggles. This tiny blonde aerobics teacher reduced 25 Big Tough Marines into dribbling piles of goo faster than any DI out there.
April 21st, 2005  
C/2nd Lt Robot
Originally Posted by AmericanSweetheart
but after the first day when he came home whining about how much of a that 120 pound girl was and how he hoped she got fat and pregnant my worries turned in to giggles. This tiny blonde aerobics teacher reduced 25 Big Tough Marines into dribbling piles of goo faster than any DI out there.
Now that's entertainment.
April 21st, 2005  
Charge 7
Yeah, I like Sweetheart's story better too.
April 21st, 2005  
Thank ya!
October 14th, 2006