Well went to the gym today. Won't talk about work since nothing worthwhile happened. Anyway, went to the gym and hit the elliptical machine before working on chest. I've decided to start my cutting routine a couple of months early since I don't like the way my belly is starting branch out. While on the machine, I noticed one of my Kickboxing instructors on the treadmill in front of me. Her name is Lissa. Nice looking girl, decent body, but I don't know.... she doesn't put me over the top like other girls. I think she just looks a little plain Jane to me. I felt kind of sorry for her though because her class only had about 4 people in it. I was tempted to join in, but then I remembered that she doesn't even know my name. After taking her classes for a year, she never took the time to know my name. So then I decided to let the b***h suffer!
I love the Alcoa gym. It's hardly ever crowded and I don't have to wait in line to get on a machine or bench. Had a pretty good workout, too, concentrating on high reps with moderate weight. One thing that bothered me though was these two kids who were screaming their heads off like they were lifting the damn building! Geez, I appreciate intensity and everything, but I don't need to hear some pimple faced pip squeak yelling from acros the room like he's in fraggin' labor! Seriously, shut the fuck up!
Didn't bother scoping out the ladies, since a lot of underage high school girls frequent the gym, not that there was anything worth looking at.
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