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In comp.os.linux.advocacy Jeff-Relf.Me wrote:
>> You can pace yourself at the gym, and there are others
>> around.  It's easy to make new friends and maybe find
>> a workout partner. 
> 
> I'd enjoy that _less_ than what I'm doing now.
> 

You just think that now.  Once you get addicted to the
gym, you'll sit on the couch at home counting the hours
until you can workout again.

>> That was Steve with the fishing.
> 
> Jesus Christ, you've become one voice, here.
> I'm currently watching people fail horribly on "Naked and Afraid";
> I'm not the only couch potato, apparently.
> 

I would advise wearing clothes to the gym, but there
are usually a few hot fitness chicks who come to workout
in what I would consider to be underwear.  No complaints
though.  The eyes need exercise too.

>> Burn some eXergy and show gravity who's the boss.
> 
> That's funny; I never thought anyone ( besides me )
> would ever use the word "exergy".

That was a subliminal attack, since you can't look
into my eyes and see the spiralling thingies that I
usually use in a face-to-face.