I Went To The Gym and Now My Everything Hurts

September 18, 2019

This may come as a surprise to some of you, but I am not a world-class athlete.

A few weeks ago during the annual blood drive, I made a bet with Tony, our digital content guy, over who can donate a pint of blood faster. If I won, I would get to shave that brillo pad he calls a beard off his face. If he won, I had to go to the gym with him. Unfortunately for me, Tony is the faster bleeder. But that also means that if we were both in a car wreck, he would bleed out first.

So we both go to the GymIt in Watertown, MA where I subjected myself to many instruments of torture like free weights, bench presses, dips, push-ups, and treadmills. The fact that millions of Americans subject themselves to this kind of inhumane treatment made me realize that there gluttons for punishment than I thought. So on those days where Tony is tirelessly working out for hours just for an excuse to take his shirt off, I'm out enjoying my pain-free version of exercise (aka Disc Golf).

All I know is I'll never threaten Tony's beard ever again.