A fit chicks words echo in my brain – it was all about me becoming physically fit! Ahhh!
She said if I get so happy about being around physically fit women I should step upto the plate and become an xtreme fit guy.
Ok well that might be overstretching the mark; but perhaps being physically fit does have its advantages. I could ride my bike better, and a fit body should attract the babes? …maybe?
Right so I’m gonna march into the gym filled with fit women & fit babes and begin exercising. No showing off – that will only lead to tragedy and fit women laughter. So let’s get that fit body programme underway.
I booked a session with a fit girl trainer, she was a toned fit blonde. Y’know the type fit abs, fit babe thighs and a smile that you’d kill for. Were there many fit babes in the gym? Y’betcha and it took all my concentration to figure out what the Fit girl trainer was trying to tell me.
Something about un fit people taking it easy on their first session and fit bodies take time to develop..yakada yakada. But of course I was focused on some fit teens on the treadmills where a fit female was hitting the burn.
Treadmill teens and concussion.
When my totally fit girl trainer left to go to the restroom, I sidled over to the fit girls in tight fit spandex I spied earlier, to look at their workout regime.
They were fit singles, and one fit chick was telling me she had seen a number of guys being carried outta here on a stretcher by doing dumb things with the machinery. I laughed it up with the fit beauties telling them I was a sensible character.
One girl was trying to get a britney spears fit body shape on the running machines, and judging by miss spears’ posters, you’ll need to be a pure fit person to get that sorta shape. This girl was body fit – definitely; but any fit teen has some ways to go in emulating Britney.
So I wished her good luck; and stepped onto a treadmill next to a fit woman sweating off the pounds. As we chatted a couple of fit lesbians strode next to me and not wishing to be outdone I turned up the speed.
Then the dial came off in my hand!
Just as I was about to shout the dial wont fit back in the hole – I’d been thrown off the back of the belt. Landing in a heap by two fit birds drinking ice tea.
“Could you call for an ambulance please, and tell my trainer at the gym my knobs come off”. I muttered.