Rock Hard Abs

You either have 'em or you don't.

I've always fancied myself having decent strength. I mean, I can lift a spoon full of ice cream or my pillow (only when I seriously can summon a lot of strength). Point is, I've never really thought about the need to build muscle. It's not something I sit around scheming about, like some people.

Poor guy. Prisoner to himself.

However, the other day I decided I'd go to the gym. You know, some light running/lifting of weights. I of course figured it would be simple business. I got really pumped to go.

And that's how it always is the first day.

You're like,

This goes on for a while (two days at most).

But by the end of that grueling first week, going to the gym is the worst part of your day.

Remembering you have to go is the worst feeling imaginable.

When you finally come to terms with the fact that for next hour, minimum, you'll be putting yourself through a tedious, sweat inducing work out, you become a fearful creature.

You become a ferocious beast; ripping and tearing your workout clothes from your body. Flames exploding from your very, inner soul.

You get into to such a routine. They say working out is good for you...but is it? You get incredibly addicted and in some cases (MEMEMEME) you can't stop going and you hate it so much. It tears you apart inside.



Working out sucks.


Ash