Gym Diaries: Day 11- Two Hours


I’d like to imagine a world where I wouldn’t crib about waking up and going to the gym in the morning. 

A world where I’d wake wake up even before the alarm starts crying. And since such a world doesn’t exist,  I’ll wake up late and as I please.  And that’s what I did today. 

I promise to keep this post short unlike my two-hour gruelling session at the hell hole,  otherwise known as the gym.

Let’s fast forward,  I really need to catch up on some beauty sleep…  sleep to save whatever beauty is left.  Sigh.

I worked on some crazy machines today, nothing new there. One of the machines was so weird.  It looked like… well it looked like balls.  *straight face*

So,  one end of the machine has weights,  the other end is a rope,  that ends with two ball like structures. So,  while working out,  it feels… absurd.  It also looked like someone was milking an imaginary cow.  I’m sorry if I’ve grossed you out.  I truly am. 

Anyway, everything after that machine felt funny.  Lets call it the ball-machine. You’d know it,  when you see it. 

Surprisingly,  two hours managed to pass quickly and a little painfully too. 

I got back slowly,  this time limping back to my car. Gym Girl was sleeping in the same position,  near a board,  she didn’t bother waking up.

I got into my car,  I was tired and I wanted to sleep when the,  One More Night,  by Maroon 5, started playing from where it had previously stopped.

Try to tell you no but my body keeps on telling you yes…
I’ll be waking up in the morning, probably hating myself.

Adam Levine, are you sure this song was not written during your gym sessions?

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s