One Down...

I went to the gym for the first time last night as per the terms of our arrangement. I think we're going to have to verify my visits in a different way than proposed, however, as the counter was really busy and I didn't really feel like asking to tie up their phone line for some stupid bet of mine. Would you accept a picture of me at the gym with a current newspaper? Luckily, I ran into Christi Richardson while I was there, so she'll be able to confirm my presence last night.

As for what actually went down, I did my core lifts, my bench press, my lat pulls, my bicep curls, etc. Then I spent half an hour on the elliptical machines. I never really used the elliptical machines before because I always thought people looked kind of stupid on them, but the experience was actually far less fruity than I imagined. In fact, it was a pretty good workout. In half an hour, I burned the caloric equivalent of a McDonald's cheeseburger, which is a good thing because I was eating a cheeseburger while on the machine. Well, not really, but the idea did occur to me.

After the workout, Nora and I went to unwind in the hot tub. She brought her latest copy of Bomb, which is an arts/conversation magazine. Her high-falutin magazine piqued the interest of the locals. All the hairy, overweight guys sitting in the hot tub with us gathered around and marveled at her exotic magazine like a bunch of apes who've discovered a coke bottle. Their interest in the magazine developed alternately into conversations about terrorism, 19th century sailing practices and writing.

Then I went home and slept like a baby.