Game Set Watch has a great post up summarizing the personal connections a lot of people feel towards Maya, the peppy virtual fitness instructor from Yourself! Fitness. A lot of people tend to think of Maya as a real person. Although I would normally consider such people out of their fargin' gourds, I actually understand this, because Yourself! Fitness helped me get in shape.

Last year, I spent an entire winter floating like some alcoholic fetus in a huge vat of Guinness, nourishing myself and growing larger and larger through the absorption of the dark, creamy embryonic fluid in which I subaqueously dwelled. When spring arrived and I finally burst through the keg's placenta, it was time to get in shape.

So I spent thirty minutes every day gaily prancing about my kitchen as Yourself! Fitness virtual trainer Maya shouted peppy slogans at me. "How did you feel about that last set?" she'd ask me every once and a while. "My heart just exploded," I'd respond. But Maya could always put the best face on anything: "Good! That means you're challenging yourself!"

I owe my svelte, sexy frame to Maya. And even though she's just a polygon, I have a great deal of fondness for her. In making me suffer and work for my goals, I actually do find myself sort of thinking of her as a real person from time to time. A real person whose sublime, spandex-sprayed ass I'd gnaw off my arm to spank just once FLORIAN ECKHARDT

Yourself! Fitness - A Diary To Greatness

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