Working out sucks bawls. It almost always hurts, it makes you get in weird positions that make you look like a sweaty idiot, and, when done right, you're sore the next day.
Woah. I just realized something. Working out is like bad sex.
People who say they like working out are almost always lying. They either like the high they get after it, the way it makes them look naked, or they just like talking about it smugly as they touch their pecs/abs.
Anyhoo. I've decided I want to be a TLP (tight little package). I want guys to feel the urge to pick me up when they see me. I want to have Jennifer Aniston's arms in season 8 of Friends. I want to do 10 boy pushups. In a row.
I started auditioning gyms last week and have found my match. Club Sportive is close to my house, it's spacious and clean, and freaking GORGEOUS inside.
If David Beckham and Jennifer Lopez gave birth to a gym, my gym would be more beautiful. And would kick its ass in its own boxing ring.
Nice, right?
I'm obsessed. And sore from my trainer yesterday. You can't see me right now but I'm touching my abs.
Oh no. I'm already one of them...
xxx,
The Hulkster
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