The Pressure of a Name

This is my opportunity to babble and vent a little bit about things that interest, amuse, and/or annoy me.

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I just finished my Ph.D. Now what do I do?

Wednesday, April 26, 2006

Peter Gabriel

Peter Gabriel was on the radio in the dressing room of my gym this evening. I've been keeping a running tally of the inappropriate gym music that's been playing in the evenings at my gym on the fitness-y site I share with my friend Jackie. Peter Gabriel is much better than some of the other recent selections, but still. Not what I need immediately after disembarking from the elliptical.

Speaking of which, I kind of overdid it tonight. For some reason I got really dizzy about halfway through my workout. So much so that I decided to quit before I passed out and fell into an ungraceful heap in the corner of the room. There's nothing dignified about that. I think maybe I ate dinner too recently before heading to the gym. I'm pretty tired lately, too. It could be any number of things. I'll just try again tomorrow.

Despite going to the gym regularly for roughly the last month, I still don't like it. And by "don't like", I mean "hate with the firey passion of 1000 angry lions". There's nothing fun about it. I hate it from start to finish. I hear that at some point I won't hate it as much. But I'm not counting on it.

2 Comments:

Blogger Pigs said...

You know, I was told the same thing and tried it with a workout partner for about six months and STILL hated it. I am just not a gym person. I feel like everybody is looking at me. I dislike classes even more, unless they are water aerobics, because then I'm underwater. Not that I have an opinion on this.

7:41 AM  
Blogger Eddie said...

that would be eddiespeakswhalish

4:04 PM  

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