SO DAMN SORE.
FOR REALS....
and its not like I spent an hour and a half doing the damn thing. It was like a 50 minute warm up and then 20 minutes tops of a hard struggle: muscles burning, heavy breathing, that weird thrusting motion that you know feels awkward and so in the back of my head I'm like "damnn i must look awkward as eff."
CROSS-FIT. CROSS-FIT. CROSS-FIT. CROSS-FIT. CROSS-FIT. CROSS-FIT. CROSS-FIT.
what else did you think I was writing about? I keeps it PG-13 player so get your mind out of the gutter. hahaahaha. ANYWAYS, I've always had this obsession with working out and I feel i maybe in an ultimate inevitable relapse since I've managed to stray away from it since I've moved to portland. Physical activities is like my only real vice and usually it would be a good thing except i think any thing in excess is no bueno. moderation is key to life or else you either burn your shit out or have no appreciation for it. Immediately after cross-fit i had this urge to go to the gym to do an hour of cardio, but i stopped mid-impulse and went home instead...YAY ME.
its funny how i can actually relate my impulsiveness with working out and compare it to almost every single love-hate NON-RELATIONSHIP i've ever had with a guy. It never fails that I usually have some sort of contempt or dislike for the guy in the beginning cuz I feel that theyre 1) superficial douchesss or 2) non-legit human beings that think theyre gods gift to women or 3) lack any personality or substance worth sticking around for (And why yes I am very highly critical of the male race when it comes to the likes cuz if you don't have high standards well then you kinda go for any tom, dick, and harry that comes walking your way and lets face it...a girl can always do better 67% of the time hahah jk jk jk jk jk. just jokes I'm really not that much of a Biaa but I'm just saying). Anyways the reason why my non-relationships are similar to exercising is because the first time I come back from a stint of being a motivational slacker-bonafide-cinnabon-marathon-chubby-kid-holy-shit-did-she-really-just-eat-five-plates-of-food ride or die biaaa its such an effing struggle man. Like my body and my heart just don't want to do it at all and everything is fighting to just revert back to being a fatty. Take today at cross fit there was a moment where i just wanted to say EFF this. Eff your mom. eff your dog. Much like in the beginning of things when I start out a situation with an el doucho (thats spanish for the douche) like I'm totally not into it and yet for some reason I'm in it. Then there came a point in the middle of feeling like 1. I'm doing it all wrong 2. my positioning is all off 3. wtf why can't i keep up with the 50 year old man next to me that this epiphany hits like alright NOW ITs A MUTHHA FUCKING CHALLENGE. its onnn i am now going to make cross-fit my biaaaa and no, its not like i approach every douche the same way and I'm like "okay now I'm going to make you my biaaa and watch me worrrrk this." but the philosophy behind the two are very much the same. hahaha.
The philosophy being the following: "EFF YOUUU. WATCH ME DO THE DAMN THING CUZ IM ABOUT TO WORK IT" *Fingeeer snaps, hair twirls, booty bounce. (said in the voice of a ghetto black girl with hood attitude)
word. anyways none of that made sense but whatever. its not like anyone ever reads this thing. hahaha. and if someone actually does then my bad man Im weird. get over it.
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