The gym thing

As I was sweating out every.single.pore. of my body last night in the Death Star‘s ‘Cardio Theatre’ (what the?) on a device called a cross trainer at the , which would have been a wet dream for the sick nutbag dude in Se7en I wondered:
– is there actually anyone on the Northern Beaches who would a) be coming to this gym and b)actually choosing to watch the SBS Italian hour?
– watching The Simpsons while exercising just seems so very wrong.
– I wish the Dark Side had more songs on their music video rotation
– watching fat homies singing rap songs just seems weird
– that girl is basically wearing a strip of wide elastic
– god I’m tired
– my feet hurt
– my legs hurt
– is that sweat coming out of my arms?
– cool

and so on and so forth. It’s no wonder gym junkies are stupid, it’s obviously just a matter of time before the internal monologue renders you a village idiot.

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