Witness my Fitness

As I type this, all of me hurts. I shouldn’t hurt, I’m in high luxury. I am sitting in my bright yellow IKEA chair with my feet up, windows open, in a British bathrobe. I don't mean to imply that the Brits make a specific different sort of bathrobe, like in your head you’re wondering…

Note to self: never go to the gym after work

In the mornings, there are usually about six people in the entire gym. It’s quiet. After a few weeks you even start recognising the regulars. There’s the old guy, whose routine involves changing his shirt in the weight room (bet you a dollar I’ve seen more elderly nipples than you today) and then balancing uneasily…

Liz Lemon’s Workout Gives Me a Sense of Deja Vu

Liz Lemon eating a McDonalds caramel sundae on her treadmill is supposed to be funny. I mean, it IS funny. I'm not disputing that. But when I saw this scene I was struck with a secondary emotion: that cringey embarrassed feeling of recognition. Because, here's where we hit confession time: I have literally ridden an…