Can’t. Lift. Head.
I was all energized for this morning’s trip to the gym. I was all ready for some working out. I even had my pop mix cd to keep me company. When I got there, someone was on the elliptical cross-trainer, so I got on the machine next to it, a thing that loosely resembled the EC-T.
It so wasn’t the same.
About a minute into the workout, I thought I was going to die. I stopped at seven minutes, felt like a total loser, and dragged myself home. Now I just want to go back to bed instead of getting ready for work.
I’m such a loser.