Happy Fucking Friday
The alarm went off at 6am and as I reached over to turn it off, the pain hit me. Every part of my body ached, the tips of my fingers numb from gripping the climbing machine. And, yet again, I slept like shit - Happy Fucking Friday.
Igniting motivation
Coffee was needed. And another. Would a third help ignite my motivation for yet another gym workout? Negative. It made my guts churn like an empty washing machine. As I left the house, it was pissing down, windy and grey - Happy Fucking Friday
I reached the gym, the self check in machine was covered with a stickiness, what it was, I have no idea. As I headed into the changing room I was met with a stench from some inconsiderate stinky fucker. I went to wash the unidentified stickiness off my hands and, surprise surprise, there’s no bloody soap in the dispenser - Happy Fucking Friday.
Reserve Kit
I’m going through gym gear at a rate of knots, due to the daily 2-3 hour training sessions. Today I’m in the reserve kit - basically consisting of old shit from the back of the wardrobe. My t-shirt fitted when I was 2 stone lighter and I’m not sure my shorts ever fitted properly. I started training, conscious that I looked like that twat in borrowed PE kit made up from lost property - Happy Fucking Friday.
Along came two young guys, shredded to the gills and started to train beside me. Conscious of my protruding belly and my trampy gym kit, I moved further away; only to find an incredibly attractive woman standing right behind me, taking up far too much personal space - Happy Fucking Friday.
No pain no gain
I stared at the circuit that awaits me. The weights looking heavier then normal even though they’re not. My tired, sleepless mind is playing tricks on me. My legs are shot to shit. My gut still churning. "No pain no gain" I tell myself. Grow some balls I urge....aarrgghh the determination oozes from my pores. I grab the kettle bell, brace my body and prepare to squat. And, as I lunge, I rip the arse out of my shorts - Happy Fucking Friday.