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sweatin with shat
The weather in San Luis has been terrific lately, all warm sun and cool breezes and green hills. (Green hills aren’t weather, kids.) Each day when I leave work I roll the windows down and take off my hat and crank up the stereo (can’t seem to stop listening to “Portions for Foxes” lately). And on the 1, when I’m halfway between SLO and Morro Bay, the weather goes cold, and the fog wells up, and the sun drains away, and I leave the windows down anyway. Because this is the shit I really love. I’m only fooling myself with the summer fixation.
Part of my new job’s benefits package is membership in a fancy new gym. I think I’ve briefly mentioned this before, but I’m not certain, and I’m too lazy to backtrack. The fancy new gym is almost always jammed with people. Its parking lot is never empty; I’ve parked on side streets the last couple of times I’ve been there, and hiked back to the building. The gym serves food. The gym has a happy hour. The gym has wireless internet. Oh, and exercise machines.
The membership is completely paid-for by my employer. That is, if you actually use the facilities a certain number of times per month. The number is eight, in case you were wondering. My benefits kicked in on August 1. On August 2, 3 and 4 I went to the gym. On every day from August 5 to August 27 I did not. It is now August 28, and I have to go to the gym five times in the next five days in order for this whole ‘benefit’ thing to work.
So after work I went, and felt silly, as usual. Guys like me look out-of-place in gym shorts and running shoes and perched on exercise bikes. (The beard is one reason, I think. The ridiculous chicken legs I posess are another.) I carried my iPod along, thinking I’d serve up some kick-my-ass music, and ended up listening to William Shatner’s album instead. It was oddly inspirational, working out while listening to a very good album by a fatass who at one point in the album yells, “I can’t get behind a fat ass!” I had the volume up pretty loud, and the old dude on the bike next to mine looked up, startled. He opened his mouth, closed it, and went back to his ride.
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August 29th, 2006 at 4:51 am
“Anyone can be greek for a day. Join a sorority or write a tragedy”
LOVE Rilo Kiley
Also love foggy, rainy weather.
August 29th, 2006 at 12:53 pm
I won’t tell you what I expected this entry to be about…but it certainly wasn’t about William SHATner.
August 29th, 2006 at 7:44 pm
I think I’m in love with you.