Baby Steps...

I set foot in a gym today. I actually signed up for a free week, to "try it out." We all know anyone can do a week in the gym, it takes a month or so to really start slacking, right?

So the woman that is giving me the tour is limping and old (nice, really want to work out here) and we have to take the elevator for some reason...Um, hi. You work in a fucking gym!!! Shouldn't you be in somewhat decent shape, not one foot in the grave-ish??

Of course, all the people working out this morning were skinny bitches and no-necked buff "dudes". But everyone that worked there was either:

a) 127 years old
b) in a wheelchair, and not like all buff on the top to make up for being in a wheelchair, either.
c) in desperate need of a hip replacement
d) looked good from the front counter up, then waddled out to greet me and woah!! You catch my drift.

I'll fit right in...

So my tour guide sat me down and showed me all the classes, prices, and whatnot. I was like, "Okay, thanks, I'll be in tomorrow!" and she was all, "You're not working out today?"

Seriously, it took me enough guts just to walk in here, I'll work out tomorrow when nobody has seen me getting the fucking tour and I don't look like a complete newbie!