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Jokes About Sports
Workout at the gym
At the Gym
For Christmas this year my wife purchased me a week of private lessons at
the local health club. Though still in great shape from when I was on the
varsity chess team in high school, I decided it was a good idea to go ahead
and try it. I called and made reservations with someone named Tanya, who
said she is a 26-year-old aerobics instructor and athletic clothing model.
My wife seemed very pleased with how enthusiastic I was to get started.
Day 1
They suggest I keep this "exercise diary" to chart my progress this week.
Started the morning at 6:00 a.m. Tough to get up, but worth it when I
arrived at the health club and Tanya was waiting for me. She's something of
a goddess, with blond hair and a dazzling white smile. She showed me the
machines and took my pulse after five minutes on the treadmill. She seemed a
little alarmed that it was so high, but I think just standing next to her in
that outfit of hers added about ten points. Enjoyed watching the aerobics
class. Tanya was very encouraging as I did my sit ups, though my gut was
already aching a little from holding it in the whole time I was talking to
her. This is going to be great.
Day 2
Took a whole pot of coffee to get me out the door, but I made it. Tanya had
me lie on my back and push this heavy iron bar up into the air. Then she put
weights on it, for heaven's sake! Legs were a little wobbly on the
treadmill, but I made it the full mile. Her smile made it all worth it.
Muscles feel great
Day 3
The only way I can brush my teeth is by laying the tooth brush on the
counter and moving my mouth back and forth over it. I am that I have
developed a hernia in both pectorals. Driving was okay as long as I didn't
try to steer. I parked on top of a Volkswagen. Tanya was a little impatient
with me and said my screaming was bothering the other club members. The
treadmill hurt my chest so I did the stair monster. Why would anyone invent
a machine to simulate an activity rendered obsolete by the invention of
elevators? Tanya told me regular exercise would make me live longer. I can't
imagine anything worse.
Day 4
Tanya was waiting for me with her vampire teeth in a full snarl. I can't
help it if I was half an hour late, it took me that long just to tie my
shoes. She wanted me to lift dumbbells. Not a chance, Tanya. The word "dumb"
must be in there for a reason. I hid in the men's room until she sent Lars
looking for me. As punishment she made me try the rowing machine. It sank.
Day 5
I hate Tanya more than any human being has ever hated any other human being
in the history of the world. If there was any part of my body not in extreme
pain I would hit her with it. She thought it would be a good idea to work on
my triceps. Well, I have news for you Tanya, I don't have triceps. And if
you don't want dents in the floor don't hand me any barbells. I refuse to
accept responsibility for the damage, you went to sadist school, you are to
blame. The treadmill flung me back into a science teacher, which hurt like
crazy. Why couldn't it have been someone softer, like a music teacher, or
social studies?
Day 6
Got Tanya's message on my answering machine, wondering where I am. I lacked
the strength to use the TV remote so I watched eleven straight hours of the
weather channel.
Day 7
Well, that's the week. Thank goodness that's over. Maybe next time my wife
will give me something a little more fun, like free teeth drilling at the
dentist's.
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