If you drink and workout, you’re a bloody idiot!

Most people, at some stage in their short stay on this perplexing ball of rock, will look in the mirror and decide that they might benefit from regular visits to the gym. Personally I hate the gym, body fashion and all the protein-milkshake-slugging hoo-hah that goes along with, but finally I succumbed to my burgeoning donut and signed up for a month’s trial at my local gym. Its not that I couldn’t fit through doors or anything, but it can’t _hurt_ to get a bit fitter, right? *Wrong!* Here are two small examples:

1. On my most recent visit I was pushed particularily hard by my personal trainer¹ and was aching for days. No pansy aching either, but the sort of pain that makes you want to setup a home ER and amputate your own limbs.

2. The star of “this animation”:http://streetdaddy.com/images/117.gif is apparently drunk and a great advertisement for not drinking before working out. I have been two-pints under on one occasion and almost passed out a few times… Thanks to fellow taswegian tourist Andy for passing on the image.

_¹ Shuddup with the laughing already, yes I do have a personal trainer, no I haven’t been on Oprah yet…_