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Brian showed
me to the bike first, and that's when I realized that this wasn't going to
be like working out on the Sears KoreaCycle. This bike had a television in
front, headphones and a pulse rate monitor. As I pedaled, the forest path
scene on the TV kept pace, and the headphones murmured with rustling leaves
and bird calls. After what seemed like seconds, Brian's hand was on my
shoulder. I peeled off the headphones and followed him to the next station.
All of the equipment was similarly state-of-the-art, and before long, I had
exhausted myself.
Brian commended me on my performance (I'm sure he said that to all the
first-timers), gently reminded me that only regular visits can bring you
real fitness, and sent me off to the showers. My tight muscles ached
deliciously as I padded over the carpeted floor to my locker. When my
shorts came off, the air conditioning whirled around my steaming thighs and
crotch. I closed my eyes for a moment and leaned back, propping myself up
by the elbows on the wooden bench, drooping my legs over either side to let
the cool air circulate.
