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2004.04.14 19.07

Went to the gym for the first time last night. It was pouring down rain and a strange humidity had filled the room, making the rubber flooring slippery. I wondered if it was always like this but a lot of people kept giving the old ''WHAT THE HELL IS UP WITH THE FLOOR?'' response. After a vent was turned on, everything went back to normal. I got to know all the initial machines that I'd be using. I'm not allowed over by the free weights area. It is forbidden! Actually, I am supposed to concentrate on the machines. I keep hearing the Terminator say ''I AM A MACHINE!'' and I'm like, ''That's right, you are, now set your timer to 30 minutes and simulate me running up a hill.'' I have a trainer scheduled for an hour on Thursday so hopefully I'll be in some minor pain that evening. I have Friday to recover. I'll be going to Number's to see a new friend that I've made. Dancing (or some variation thereof) will be involved. My bad ass Toyota Corolla will be escorting me around. I'm thinking I should paint it black and get the windows tinted and spraypaint ''THE DEATH CAR'' on the side. Yeah, that'll work. I seem to think that I've suggested doing this very same thing in a previous blog entry. If that's true -- oops.

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