I pay $30 per month for this shit.

So. I have been going to the gym lately. Some weeks more than others. Whatever. The point is I went this evening and it was going real good. Rockin out to music on my ipod, doing my thing. Then, toward what would be the last half of my regular workout, I feel tired. Not sore-tired like I always feel when I work out, but sleepy tired. "Hrm. That's odd. My heart rate is up, the last thing I should be feeling is sleepy," I thinks to myself. So, I bust through a little more before things start to get blurry. At this point I cut my losses and head to the locker room to grab my bag before I barf on one of the retarded "trainers." I sit down and I can't move. Literally just frozen, and then I'm drenched in sweat, pouring from my head. "What the... wait. I know this feeling," I think. "This is heat exhaustion." Yeah. Eventually my body calms down and I walk outside and the cold air levels me out.

But why did this happen, Nick? You drink a lot of water and you don't work out in a parka or anything. Well, I'll tell you...

...Its because LA Fitness (who never cease to piss me off somehow) have their fucking heater on ridiculously high because all the dumb 19 year old So-Cal bitches that work there can't deal with the milder weather that The Valley is experiencing this week! God-fucking-damnit! Ugh. I'm getting tired again. Fuckers.