a love letter to my gym

dear gym,

i love you.  i think right now this is only because absence makes the heart grow fonder.  i did the math, and i think i paid exactly thirty-three dollars per visit last month.  where was i, you ask? i was having a sordid affair with my kitchen.

but i did not forget our true, torturing love.

i’ll be back tonight, we’ll do it hard, we’ll both be sweaty, and in the end, like always, i’ll forget you for someone else.

love,

dcwhip