I would like to thank my very muscular friend for taking pity and training me at the gym. Mind you he usually spends a total of four hours working out two muscle groups (which basically equates to death if you’re a lazy ass like me).
By the end of our training session my arms were shaking so spastically their movements pretty much resembled the legs of a new born deer. I think the people next to me were wondering if I was suffering from a minor seizure (which was also very probable since I was fed a concoction of pre-workout that made me feel like I would implode, or fly to the moon).
Aside from the public embarrassment and pain, it was a lot of fun and I learned tons. Now if I could only function normally and lift my arms.
Just got back from my annual vegas trip. I pretty much slept the whole day (hence the cowlick) and learned ‘Find You’ by Zedd on the piano. This song will always remind me of vegas 2014 and the amazing friends that I love, until we meet again :)