Update On the Work Out

I believe Nick and I are on week 6 of working out six days a week and as you can all see I am still alive. As a matter of fact, I feel great minus the lack of sleep and steamrolled legs. I no longer feel like putting the vacuum on the reverse setting in my mouth to manually give myself oxygen after running a mile. Oh and number of times I have tripped, number of collisions, and number of times I have dropped a weight on my face still stand at zero. I would say that this is successful overall. Every week I get a tiny bit stronger, I am now to the ten pound setting and add a one hundredth of a pound every week. Ok obviously that isn't true, I bet if you took all the CD's Clay Aiken sold and put them on a bar, I could bench press them. You know what really shocks me? There is a couple at the gym that somehow manages to get their three kids to go to the gym with them. Do they work out? No. Do they sit on the last available piece of work out equipment and do nothing? Yes. Another question I want to ask is how the heck they even get them out of bed that early. I pretty much have to have my head pryed off my pillow by a crowbar and I know at that age the only thing getting me out of bed that early in the morning was cake for breakfast. All complaining aside, I have so far survived the gym. Something I never thought possible in a trillion years. Now I want cake. My least favorite part of my work out is the elliptical machine, that is death on plastic. I set it to ten minutes and when I hit the one minute mark I am begging for it to fall apart so that I have an excuse to stop all while my legs are shrieking that they should be resting peacefully in the giant king size bed that is placed in my room for the sole purpose of being used. I have missed that extra hour of sleeping to a point, it generally goes by really fast anyway so I try to tell myself that that one extra hour isn't worth the wheezing and small heart attacks after a flight of five stairs. Plus I enjoy not feeling like I ate two hundred bologna sandwiches and washed them down with a pure fat milkshake for breakfast every day. The best part of my work out is that it is an hour that I get to spend with Nick in the morning, I am usually breathing to heavy to say anything but it is nice knowing he is there and we are supporting each other. I wouldn't be going to the gym if it weren't for Nick's strange obsession with feeling good, I mean what is that all about? But I go to support him because if it were me I would want the same. So all and all I would give this work out thing ten bowls of cookie crisp out of ten.