Me, working out?!

I've joined the gym.

Amazing, isn't it?

And I haven't had a soda pop since Wednesday. Considering I was drinking 6+ cans a day, I think I'm making some mighty good progress.

I've been to the gym three times so far. I've learning a couple of things.

1) I'm out of shape. I'm easily in the worst shape I have ever been in my entire life.

2) The elliptical machine seriously kicks my ass. As I struggle to complete a measly ten minutes on that baby, I watch in shock and awe as the people around me fly through their 45 minute workouts.

3) Gyms kinda stink.

I've also seen more middle-aged nakedness than I care to. :)