I don't need no doctor
-Peter Frampton
Here's a conversation I had with my favorite doctor of philosophy.
Me: My foot hurts
Her: Sounds like a stress fracture
Me: Why do you say that?
Her: I don't know. You run. Your foot huts. Sounds bad
OK. So despite this fictional diagnosis I decided to go to the gym today. Inspired by sightings of Brett Michaels and weird treadmill people, I signed up for a FREE 3 day pass to a gym. So I go to the gym and meet Eric who reads the price sheet to me to join and starts his textbook high pressure pitch.
Me: I think I'll work out first and then decide
Eric: Oh - well then it's $15
Me: It says free
Eric: No - it's $15
Then I look at Eric as if I'm trying to figure out which orafice I'm going to reach in to pull his liver out of his body
Eric: Don't worry about it dog - I'll take care of you. Just come see me when you're done to sign up.
Thanks Eric. Awesome. So I lift a little and then hit the treadmill. And then try another treadmill when that one can't go faster than 5. And then try another one when that one won't start. Treadmill #4 worked like a champ and I did some intervals and ran a total of 6 miles. I then hit the showers and only had to try two of them before finding one that worked. Somehow I forgot to go see Eric on my way out. I'm not even sure I want my other 2 days.
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