Found it near impossible to drag myself to the gym yesterday
morning.
I still find it an intimidating place. Too self conscious.
Always feeling awkward.
Not overweight enough to be acknowledged and embraced by the
cake crowd; not lifting heavy enough to be embraced by the mirror posers. Stuck
in the middle. Like being back at school again.
Anyway. I went.
A twelve hour night shift followed by a session in the gym.
Despite the stinging eyes, I find that this is when I am at my sharpest. More focused. Falling asleep on the treadmill, while humorous, is rarely a good
look for anyone.
I’m going to have to be more dedicated. Try harder. Push
myself that bit more.
One more minute.
One more rep.
One more slice of pizza?
Anyway. I have just finished night shift, and I am about to
leave to go to the gym. More updates when I’ve stopped breathing out of my
arse.
Weight: 86kg
Death By: 60 minutes Elliptical Cross Trainer
Playlist: Rollins Band, ‘Weight’
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