good god, I have become this freaking gym
I came in early again to my little workplace, much invigorated by the countless hours I spend here. It’s an alright place to work, and this gym boasts one of the most diverse groups of people I have ever seen sweatin’ it out. That and the eye candy on occasion doesn’t disturb the eyes to any great degree. The boys, the girls, it’s nice to see people doing their own thing. Currently there is this blonde woman doing this arm movement which reminds me very much of my boy dancing. Rocking out on the treadmill, how hardcore can you get?
For some reason people come in here all the time and ask me if I am a trainer. Be it the lanky, slightly muscular appearance people hallucinate on the gym floor or just the random desire to train with super tall tattooed girl, I have no idea. The point is, my exercise program is minimal to say the least. Maybe once every other week will I subject myself to the dismal condition of sweating amongst a large mass, be it in the spinning or yoga studio. The point is, I don’t do a lot, and even though half my pants are falling off of of me, I realize I have to do something to better my life in a spiritual/physical sense. Perhaps someone has a magic crystal I can rub? Maybe I could sit on the crystal while picturing my insides on the path to cleaner pastures.
On a more positive note, I cut out some things– My intake of the spot has been spotty to say the least. And my little situation with lying doctors and such should be taken care of this afternoon when I take a little train up to talk to a Cardio-thoracic surgeon who was probably alarmed by my hysterics on the phone. Maybe he agreed to see me because I threw in the my birthday is in 3 weeks and no one will tell me the truth fun fact. Maybe he is a real doctor without strong vices on his purse string. Hopefully this will be a good information session where the important questions will be answered.
Either way, it’s Rocktober and this October baby is excited to see the leaves do their thing….
