I cannot tell you how truly I hate the gym. It is a mind-numbing experience for me to work my tail off on a machine that gets me from point A to... point A.
Do you see what I mean? I spend an hour gliding my way over 5 miles on this stinking machine only to find myself next to the same garlic-eater that I seem to be stuck next to every other day at this sweat factory.
Did I mention I hate the gym?
I would much prefer to get out of the house; go rollerblading, or play tennis, or ride my bike, or go for a nice long hike, or go snowboarding. However, the older I get, the more I realize that those occasional workouts are not going to cut it. After a certain age, the metabolism seems to slow, and the fat gained from the bearing of children seems to be permanently glued to my belly and thighs. A daily walk with the dog just isn't cutting it, and with small kids it's very difficult to find the time to be able to do all those other outdoor activities on a regular basis.
So I hate the gym, but I love the results.
Do you see what I mean? I spend an hour gliding my way over 5 miles on this stinking machine only to find myself next to the same garlic-eater that I seem to be stuck next to every other day at this sweat factory.
Did I mention I hate the gym?
I would much prefer to get out of the house; go rollerblading, or play tennis, or ride my bike, or go for a nice long hike, or go snowboarding. However, the older I get, the more I realize that those occasional workouts are not going to cut it. After a certain age, the metabolism seems to slow, and the fat gained from the bearing of children seems to be permanently glued to my belly and thighs. A daily walk with the dog just isn't cutting it, and with small kids it's very difficult to find the time to be able to do all those other outdoor activities on a regular basis.
So I hate the gym, but I love the results.
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