So Mr Ijunky and myself have joined a gym. Usually this wouldn’t be behaviour that we would participate in, however with the wedding ever looming(1 year is pretty close), we decided to kinda look half decent for the wedding.
We have a “Fully Sick” personal trainer. Not joking. Shaved head and all. Most personal trainers aren’t too bad. They kinda motivate you. This guy has about as much motivation as a limp lettuce leaf.
Our diets have changed and so has our lifestyle. We are now picking up the habit of most creatures in the office workplace. The dreaded workout! You complain about it, you don’t want to do it, but you do it. Why? Because it’s socially acceptable. Packed in like little mice in a lab, running to get somewhere but not going anywhere. Whatever your running towards you will never reach.
But good god is it ever boring up on the treadmill. There I was running my little mousey heart out, when boredom struck. And quiet badly. Mr Ijunky retorted that I looked like I was brain dead. This is the problem with being at the gym, it’s deadset boring. You can’t surf the net, read a book, study or do work. I don’t know how people do it!
Well we will be seeing our “Fully Sick”, lettuce motivating personal trainer tonight again. I hope he can’t smell the Coca Cola on me. I’ve been banned =0(
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