The Work Out

I hit the gym, motivated, determined, angry. My heart was racing over 180. I had gone two miles. I had hit 350 calories. Sweat dripped down my brow, off my arms, a layer of it glistened on my darkening skin. I pump harder, legs burning, lungs on fire, heart bursting from my chest. I grin. I’m only halfway there.

Gym was amazing today! Did the eliptical. Hit 3.8 miles, 510 calories, in 42 minutes. The only issue now is I have a horrible headache that just won’t go away. That and I messed up my triceps. My appetite is back to where it was so I’m not devouring everything in sight, and it’s time to write! Exciting all around. Saint’s Row the Third has given some great and bizarre inspiration.

5 Comments on “The Work Out

    • Could be. This one’s weird. It starts in the back of my skull, like more my neck. Then like a line of pain goes up around my skull and to my eye. Trying to drink more, though. To new experiences! Thanks for the advice 🙂

      • No problem. Since I figured this out, I always go for a glass of water before Tylenol now. Hope it works for you. 🙂

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