The Gym Covenant

Tommy and I are in competition to see who goes to the building gym more. The average requirement is three times a week and a tally is maintained. The one to go the most at the end of the summer gets drunk off their ass on the loser's tab...given our paychecks and enlarged livers--this is no gentleman's bet. Why do I feel winning this thing will only lead to gaining back any tone acquired in a series of drunken nights in celebratory follow-up.

Well, it's on. Tommy already e-mailed me to say he made it. I'm going right as soon as I leave my desk at the office.