So my job signed me up for this posh fitness club on the East Side of Lake Washington, and I went for the first time today to meet my 'personal trainer' (fox help me).
The guy had me run around the track a couple times, then took my blood pressure and hooked me up to one of these electrode machines that pumps live current through your body and then tells you what's wrong with you. Sounds a bit too much like Scientology for my comfort, but what the hell.
So the guy looked at the screen after he zapped me, and the conversation was like:
"Hmmmm..."
"What? What hmmmm? What does it say??"
"It's not good... Frankly I'm not sure how you were able to walk in here under your own power."
"What do you mean?!"
"You must be, like, really stressed. Actually, are you completely sure that you're not having a heart attack right now?"
--So the guy signed me up for an exercise program known as 'the Punisher,' apparently... If this is the last post you ever see from me on this site, you'll know why.
Posted by case at November 29, 2007 04:41 PM