I did it. I shamefully admit that I did it.
It wasn’t on purpose. You have to believe me. I’m really not that guy. But, last night I sure looked like him.
It’s because there were so many people there. I mean, there are other L.A. Fitness locations. Why do all these people have to start going to mine? I was there when it opened. Before the meatheads came. Before the spandex and Lycra came. Before the script readers and Blackberry texters came.
Some of these people only show up on Monday, telling themselves that this time, it’s gonna stick. Half of them will disappear, and another batch of newbies will show up next Monday.
That’s why I did what I did when I got back to the locker room. I admit that it happened. I accidentally looked at my biceps in the mirror. Might have even flexed a little. Just once. It’s not my fault. I blame them. They did it to me. They made me what I am.
They made me L.A. And I hate them for it.