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Monday, April 09, 2007

project 355: bring your gym shoes

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either i'm getting senile or it's one of those evolutionary degenerative 'Heroes' things that's happening to me again. but i'm beginning to forget a lot of things these days. thank goodness that it hasn't made me forget anything during work yet. but it's bad enough that i forgot the little details that keep my life going like a well-oiled machine. take today for example: there i am packing my stuff for a pre-work gym session. and i keep telling myself 'bring your gym shoes, bring your gym shoes, bring your gym shoes, bring your gym shoes'. soon enough, it becomes as memorably monotonous and repetitive like a Buddhist chant. before i knew it, i was out of the house, starting the third super menthol light of the day without my gym shoes. i was wearing flip-flops some more! (*screams in frustration*) i cursed and swore that i would fuck the shit out of my memory if it were something tangible.

good thing though, that i was aiming to work out at the staff gym today rather than the neighborhood one. and if you are one who pumps iron on a regular basis, you know what staff gyms are like then. full of clueless people trying to act like they have been visiting the gym all their life. the usual gym protocol would be to bring along your proper gym attire and at least a towel. i'm guessing that the typical office lady might be a pro at accounting and word processing, but when it comes to Smith Machines and gym etiquette, she's clueless as hell. i guess nobody thought the boy who looked like he worked at the downstairs kopitiam looked out of place in the gym with his crappy flip-flops and even crappier towel (it's one of those white china-made 'Good Morning' towels).

another thing about staff gyms is that they are almost always deserted. and true enough, except for the cleaner and a few other random people dressed in office wear visiting the gym for a strong blast of air-conditioning, i was the only gym rat there. dressed in my crappiest best, no less. come to think of it, i look like i found some sex on IRC and the other party lives just opposite my block of flats.

remember to bring the lube & rubber, remember to bring the lube & rubber, remember to bring the lube & rubber, remember to bring the lube & rubber.

posted at 12:04 pm by the nurse | Permalink |

7 Comments:

Staff gym? Went there once. More ladies than gentlemen for once.

The place's filled with cardio machines!
By Anonymous Anonymous, at 1:25 pm  

Pretend I'm a shy impressionable guy... what are the lube and condoms for? And where do I find this cruisy gym? :P
By Blogger savante, at 7:09 pm  

Hmm... That's something new... I din noe **H has a staff gym...

Dr. J****
By Anonymous Anonymous, at 8:01 pm  

that guy wearing flip-flops is a REAL schnuffel!
By Blogger xoussef, at 4:02 am  

Hey Jon, If you forget your shoes.. you go for Pilate, yoga of the sort which you don't have to wear shoes. Doing stretching once in awhile is good for your body. you might get creative in all the position which you need the lube for! hehehe.

I like flip-flops!
By Blogger uncle boy, at 12:23 pm  

MMmmmm ... jon in his gym gear showing off his sexy legs ... yum !
By Anonymous Anonymous, at 11:17 pm  

best time there is just after lunchtime about 1. I tried the mornings but the group of filipino staff came in 4 or 5, virtually all the equipment were used.

Very limited weights though... :)
By Blogger Unknown, at 10:38 am  

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