So I went to the gym for an hour and a half this evening.
I know, right?! I rock.
Thought for the night:
The Tarzan soundtrack is quite motivating. Don't believe me? Think of it this way. So you're sweating on the elliptical. You're grunting on the bicep curls. Phil Collins starts belting Son of Man and suddenly you pant out an epiphany!!
"Hold on now. I can DO this. When this song is playing in the movie, Tarzan surfs on tree trunks and swings from vine to vine with his toes! With. His. TOES. What's another five minutes? What's another ten crunches?"
Observation of the night:
Boys' shirts with the sleeves cut off so you can see their skin from their armpits to their waists are NOT attractive.
I don't want to see male side cleavage.
Much less your nipples.
Thanks.
