An On-Line Journal
by Paul Buceta
2003 08 05 - The end is near for this blogger.

Since I moved to my new house I have not been motivated to exercise.
Before the move, I would go down to the basement and work my punching bag for an hour, 3 to 4 times a week.
Hell, the punching bag even has bite marks on it.
(Yeah I fight dirty)

The new house is just not motivating me at all. I still have the bag in the garage.

So today I went to a few local gyms to see what they had to offer.

The first gym I went to was a testosterone freak show.
Visions of Arnold Schwarzenegger's film Pumping Iron danced though my head.
If I ever decide to go into the steroids distribution business...

The next gym was more my style.
The place was clean and the people there seemed really nice. I even asked about being able to bring in video and photographic equipment for my new show / journal.
I want to document my soon to be meteoric transformation from flabby Paul to chiseled Paul.

Here's my biggest problem...

The only weight I've been lifting for the last while has been my TV remote!

The thought of actually lifting heavy weights is scaring the crap out of me.
It really is going to be a traumatic experience.

When I was getting the tour of the place, a very fit employee introduced me to a circle of stationary bikes.
I thought the set up was kind of strange but apparently this if for something called a spinning class.

While looking at the bikes I actually pictured my death.

In the vision I'm riding one of the bikes when I see bright colors and smell burnt toast...
...wait a minute - I'm having a stroke!

I told the girl I would die in this area - I don't think she believed me.