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Feb. 16th, 2005 12:54 pmI've been feeling like a bean-bag lately - floppy and out-of-shape.
So I've joined the gym at Uni. Staff pay a slightly higher rate than students, but it's still heavily subsidised.
Signed up Monday lunchtime, did my exercise program consultation that evening, and did my first workout yesterday. As a consequence, am a little bit stiff, and full of happy endorphins chanting "That was fun! Let's do it again!"
Shall wait until tomorrow, however.
The consultation was to ask me about my goals, design an exercise program, and familiarise me with all the equipment. When the instructor asked what I wanted to achieve, I was very tempted to quote Amercian Beauty at him: "I want to look good naked."
Restrained myself.
Also managed to lose my staff card Monday lunchtime between signing up and returning to the lab. Retraced my steps. Asked the gym staff if they'd seen. Card was nowhere to be found.
So yesterday I got a replacement. Which meant braving all the security measures Melbourne Uni administration put in place after being raided by angry students weilding fire-axes. Took new staff card to the sports centre office to get stamped. Went back down to the reception to recieve my swipe card. Receptionist checks stamp. I put staff card away. She takes my photo and hands me my swipe card. And as I leave, she calls out "Oh, don't forget your staff card."
So now I have two. Does that make me twice the employee I was?
Also, watched Clueless on DVD last night.
Shut up. I borrowed it from the library at work.
Not astonishing as teen comedies go. But still quite fun. Odd though, listening to jokes about Nine Inch Nails and grunge fashion, and realising how dated they must be.
So I've joined the gym at Uni. Staff pay a slightly higher rate than students, but it's still heavily subsidised.
Signed up Monday lunchtime, did my exercise program consultation that evening, and did my first workout yesterday. As a consequence, am a little bit stiff, and full of happy endorphins chanting "That was fun! Let's do it again!"
Shall wait until tomorrow, however.
The consultation was to ask me about my goals, design an exercise program, and familiarise me with all the equipment. When the instructor asked what I wanted to achieve, I was very tempted to quote Amercian Beauty at him: "I want to look good naked."
Restrained myself.
Also managed to lose my staff card Monday lunchtime between signing up and returning to the lab. Retraced my steps. Asked the gym staff if they'd seen. Card was nowhere to be found.
So yesterday I got a replacement. Which meant braving all the security measures Melbourne Uni administration put in place after being raided by angry students weilding fire-axes. Took new staff card to the sports centre office to get stamped. Went back down to the reception to recieve my swipe card. Receptionist checks stamp. I put staff card away. She takes my photo and hands me my swipe card. And as I leave, she calls out "Oh, don't forget your staff card."
So now I have two. Does that make me twice the employee I was?
Also, watched Clueless on DVD last night.
Shut up. I borrowed it from the library at work.
Not astonishing as teen comedies go. But still quite fun. Odd though, listening to jokes about Nine Inch Nails and grunge fashion, and realising how dated they must be.
