I decided to wait until about mid morning to leave for the gym, a nice workout would suite me well. As I pulled into the parking lot I realized that the lot was packed with grocery getters and overpriced gas-guzzlers. “Oh no!” I thought out loud, startling myself half to death. I just couldn’t help but think that I have a hard time focusing on my workout when a large amount of people are around. “Well, I’ll just do my thing and have a great work out anyway.”
Yeah right.
It’s hard to build confidence when I’m a scrawny man trying to bulk up and I am constantly staring in awe of all the guys whose arms are as big as my head! I quickly realized that my discomfort was debilitating and any sort of a great workout was out of the window. So I quickly went about my business and got the hell out of there as quick as I could. (Couple this with an HB8 and an HB7 working behind the desk and my total lack of ability to skillfully approach seemed to help determine my downfall).
On my way home I couldn’t help but feel as though estrogen was pumping through my veins – like a damn pvssy. The needy, clingy ego that just gives up when the going gets tough was drawn out into the daylight. I was able to see it for what it is, an AFC. Perhaps in the past I would have said to myself, “that’s alright, I don’t need to work out, if I feel this uncomfortable then this must not be for me.” PAHHHSH HOG WASH! I have finally realized that this attitude is the attitude of an AFC and I REFUSE to give in. I will not give up. Giving up is for pvssies!
Tomorrow I plan on getting in there around 5am while everyone else is still rubbing sleep from their eyes. The AFC will be drawn out again when I can crush it!
Yeah right.
It’s hard to build confidence when I’m a scrawny man trying to bulk up and I am constantly staring in awe of all the guys whose arms are as big as my head! I quickly realized that my discomfort was debilitating and any sort of a great workout was out of the window. So I quickly went about my business and got the hell out of there as quick as I could. (Couple this with an HB8 and an HB7 working behind the desk and my total lack of ability to skillfully approach seemed to help determine my downfall).
On my way home I couldn’t help but feel as though estrogen was pumping through my veins – like a damn pvssy. The needy, clingy ego that just gives up when the going gets tough was drawn out into the daylight. I was able to see it for what it is, an AFC. Perhaps in the past I would have said to myself, “that’s alright, I don’t need to work out, if I feel this uncomfortable then this must not be for me.” PAHHHSH HOG WASH! I have finally realized that this attitude is the attitude of an AFC and I REFUSE to give in. I will not give up. Giving up is for pvssies!
Tomorrow I plan on getting in there around 5am while everyone else is still rubbing sleep from their eyes. The AFC will be drawn out again when I can crush it!