silent re entry

2 get in the mood of the post, click on the title for da musik
and for godsake someone help me how to make it work differently

Soooooooooooo..... what have i been up 2.
I realize i haven't really written anything substantial in while
I always depend on the fact that people like to read between the lines or
interpret silence as a message but I'm weird like that.
Anyhow what have i been up 2.
Not much is the usual answer since i live a pretty simple minimalistic life
but i realize I'm not getting away with that answer so here is my non-homophobic non- pimped white ass fifty cents.

Recently i picked up going to the gym again. I haven't been to the gym in ages.
I have had a love hate love love to hate that i love the gym relationship with the gym for years (since my early teens, you do the math).
I started out at a new gym in Haarlem a few years ago. I began with regular work outs a lot and than I really got into spinning.
I loved it to bits but it didn't do squat for my weight and i ended up wrecking bikes cos i am was enthusiastic (and have overdeveloped muscles in my legs like most overweight people, or should i say weight challenged people). Anyhow, the music we spinned on was and still is horrible, but boy did i get a kick out of sweating like a pig and fantasizing about the guys in cycling shorts.
That is ...until we got to many women in our group and they tend to exercise their mouths as much or even more as the rest of their bodies. And more importantly i don't fancy large chicks in cycling shorts ... i really don't.
So i quit spinning, and i took up cardio which is far better for people my size.
We all know how much fun cardio fitness is ...it's supposed to lengthen my lifespan instead it bored me to death.
So after boring my self to bits for a while the alluring idea of watching men sweat and burning calories at the same time withered and eventually died.

Until a few weeks ago. All those months that i didn't visit the gym I had not ended my membership just as a stok achter de deur (yes my international reader(s) an incentive to google, they pay me you know).
I was bleeding membership fees and it got time for me to get back in to action again.
The fact that we had a mini health check at work that revealed an alarming high blood pressure might also have been an extra incentive. Although when my vulcan doctor checked me out a week later it was well within the normal zone.
Nonetheless with a head the color of a tomato and "heavy boots" I entered the health club at an impossible hour hoping not to run into familiar faces. And low and behold it was as i had never left.
Currently i try to burn of about 500 calories a session and take a sauna afterwards three times a week. It has quickened my step i must admit but i still think cardio is a form of slow torture (they should introduce it at Guantanamo bay). So far i had no awkward conversations about my sabbatical in fact nobody has commented upon my "comeback".
Apart from the compulsory nagging and bitching in the sauna (a dutch habit) my reentry into the silent community of crosstrainer worshipers has been unnoticed.

PS: i did notice that my gear was kinda out of step so have been walking around town to find out what the current trend in gym wear is (hmmmm i luv middle age i get to wonder about the speed at which fashion changes, where is the oven). And what i found out so far that indoor fitness shoes are about the ugliest thing on earth. Who makes those things? and why do we pay to wear crap like that! Really you wouldn't wanna be caught dead in those things (ever seen donatella in them? i rest my case). Yesterday i spotted what looked to me like the only vaguely acceptable shoes to wear and not look like a total geekenstein at the puma shop.
I learned that ranting about how ugly shoes from other brands are to a floor manager gets you great service. Downstairs practically yelled to the top floor i was coming up so i was greeted enthusiastically by a girl half my age (and weight) when i got up their wheezing for air. Puma gets credits for that and if it had been a pretty young guy that had demonstrated in cycling shorts how their shoes kick ass i might have let my gold card out of his cage ....i keep hoping for one of us to design a shoe for little old Cinderella moi.