I was able to use the weekend momentum and get myself to the gym again today. I left work stressed and with a headache, and it was hard not to veg out after work.
When I arrived at the gym, Jill was on her favorite Stair Master wearing her classic stretchy black booty shorts with a tiny bit of toned ass visible (Think: hard as Barbie) and her red Under Armour top pushed up to just below her breasts, lest any of us have to go a day without viewing her six pack
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I went to my favorite Arc Trainer, wearing ill fitting, super un-gym-like black shorts that tend to attract lint, cat hair, and peculiarly today- 2 feathers!, paired with a shirt my mom got me that is a nauseating color of yellow with big brown lettering that reads: HONEY BADGER DON'T CARE. It wouldn't be so bad if I didn't wear this shirt all the time. In fact, once, one of the staff, likely the guy who drew the shortest straw, came up to me and said, "What is the deal with the Honey Badger shirt? Is that, like, the mascot from your college or something?" I said, with a smile, "Google Honey Badger Don't Care, and you'll get it."
I did 30 minutes on the Beast, Level 10, Strength program, while watching Judge Judy. Then I thought about going home, but instead did 15 minutes of weight lifting and abs and 15 minutes of yoga. By the end my headache was gone!
