I’ve been sneaking into Aubrey’s gym with her for the past couple weeks. I usually run on the treadmill but the other night my brother Mike came with us and he helped me bench press. I can bench press 80 pounds. Probably more impressive is that I can leg press 380 pounds (probably more but that’s as high as the machine would go).
Sorry, I got distracted from my original story. This gym that I sneak into is a 24 hour gym and when we go late at night, we are generally there alone. Last night I did my run and decided I wanted to work my arms a bit. So I did. Then I saw the shiny ab machine. I was calling to me to use it. I couldn’t resist. I sat in it, tucked my feet behind the big cushioned foot bar, grabbed the handles above my head and simultaneously pull down with my arms and pulled up with my legs. The whole contraption moved, including my seat and next thing I knew I was folded like a taco with my nose between my knees. I started laughing uncontrollably and tried to unfold myself. I failed. I started laughing even harder and yelled to Aubrey for assistance. I couldn’t see her, but I know the instant she saw me because she exploded in hysterics. She asked me what I was doing and I informed her that the ab machine had a death grip on me and I was stuck. She help me out with what seemed like no effort and I jumped away from that blasted ab machine.
I guess the joke is on the ab machine cause I laughed so hard my abs were sore. BUT, this isn’t over yet… I will one day master the ab machine.