So i'm trying this whole fitness out of boredom thing. Then my friend says to me,"Doesn't matter why you're trying the whole fitness thing, at least there's some sort of reason." It occured to me that he's right. At least I have a reason...and problems. You see, I was bored, so I went to that great fish bowl they like to call the fitness center. There's a glass wall on one side of you and a mirror on the other. Really great for those of us who don't look like Uma Thurman in spandex. Then it occurrs to him that among the great ironies of life there's this one: "There seems to be some minimum level of fitness to be able to go to a fitness center." But you see, there is. That's why I go there when there are no people in it. Also, as he points out, "You ever see someone with their gut hanging out of their tank top walk into a gym? No, you don't." Really, they're probably the peole who buy the Nordic Trak(c)(tm)(r), use it for about a week then let it gather dust as they watch TV and get fatter. Then they trip over it in the bedroom and break their ankle. Then they're in physical therapy panting and driping with sweat as another heart attack rears its ugly head or the doctor orders them to stop doing this-and-that.

So what am I getting at here? Well, Jamie's a really good friend and possibly supporting me on the Quest for Fitness out of Boredom, but that's not really the point. The point is that it is true. You never see a really large person in that Balley's commercial or at your local "Pay for Play" gym. You really only see that in your complex's "fitness center." They can't really call it a gym since it has one nautalis machine, one stationary bike, one incline bench and two treadmills (only one of which actually works). It's pittiful, but it beats paying upwards of $60 a month to sweat and strain your arse off in front of the Beautiful People while paying too much to do so. That and if any of you want to wish me good luck...Do.