Work: stressful, busy, fast-paced, tiring (especially running on 3 and a half hours of sleep), and draining in so many ways. We have been super busy the past two days because of our special deal for our "Customer Appreciation Days". It is basically where we sell literally 5 times as many pizzas at ridiculously cheap prices. Anyway so I have worked 25 hours in the past 3 days and I am exhausted. So maybe that could have partially to blame for me crying when I got home. Also there was a bit of drama with a coworker/close friend that was, admittedly, in direct consequence of an honest mistake on my part. Anyway so I get home and I cry and then I still don't feel good and even though I have just biked exactly 2.6 miles home as fast as I could I decide that going to gym would be the best way to release all the built up tension.
Of course the gym is packed when I get there. Apparently people like going to the gym at 6 p.m. on Tuesdays. And I do my quads, calves, triceps, biceps and chest. 30 Minutes and 7 Linkin Park songs later I come home and I am smiling. Everything gone. AMAZING. Really. Try it.
Oh and I ate a whole box of tic-tacs in like 3 minutes.
And I have a secret confession (which I am now going to tell you). I am completely obsessed with my calves. I never noticed how perfectly sculpted they were until I started going to the gym. And they are even getting more so. I have amazing calves. And the cutest little tiny skinny ankles ever. They are by far my favorite asset. And I am not just saying that out of vanity. I truly have amazing calves. I would post a picture, but it's better in person, trust me. But, since I am a complete ginger, I am white as a ghost, and so too are my amazing calves. Moral: working out is amazing.
Peace out.
candace, you are right, your calves are amazing. and they are so amazing in person.
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