Here we go again...

Well, last night on a whim I joined a gym.

That's right, I am now a card caring member of the club of healthy people that go to amped up gyms.

It all started when my friend Amy suggested we go get dinner (actually she stated, "I'd like some french fries," just saying). We went to this film festival last night (having friends in the different entertainment industries=perks like free movie festivals and free concert tickets), and it was a nice affair. Saw Alan Cummings new movie, and sat through a Q&A with him, very nice. And as we are leaving, we walk by this gym and I shout "POOL!" Amy use to be a competitive swimmer in high school, and earlier we were talking about swimming, and how I have a new found love for it. We looked up gyms with pools, but they were all really expensive. So what is the luck we pass a place with a pool?!?!

So we go in, just going to inquire about a price, and they take us on a tour (this is ALWAYS where they get ya) and me and Amy are super impressed. This place has all the scary machines, a million treadmills and stair machines, a pool and current pool, a basketball court, a whirlpool, free classes with membership, a full service spa, tanning beds (ha, like I need that), a shop with supplements, etc. Basically one of those "ya, I go to the gym bro," beefy guy type of gyms. We were both terrified, but also impressed. So we cut them a deal that we could afford (month to month! No contract!) and signed our workout souls away. Amy is trying to convince me to do kickboxing. I am trying to convince her to do this most ridiculous sounding class on the schedule (btw, that is a dance class called Zumba) and the whole time the guy signing us up is laughing at us, the gym odd couple. I also told him I'm doing a marathon in October. He is doing the half marathon. He looks like a total beefcake. He is the type of person to do a marathon, not I, and thus, the whole interaction was very very funny.

So yes, I am now way vested in this whole marathon shenanigan. I bought expensive shoes and sports bras, I actually signed up for the marathon, and now I joined a steroid infused gym.

Oh boy.

Wish me luck. Amy and I meet with a trainer today to show us all the machines and to analyze our health (hahaha). Maybe I should just take in my EKG and lab results to him and be like "look, I have the health of a 50 year old, but my heart is ok! SEE!?!" Afterwards is a swim. It shall be funny. And did I mention I have a 100 minute walk today? Ok? OK!