|Victor Clore of the Oklahoma Defenders|
After a recent accidental viewing of my backside while trying on a pair of pants, I vowed to get back in shape. This started with me buying and preparing fresh food, and eventually going back to the gym.
I used to love going to the gym. In a sense, it was an addiction. Then something happened....I got happy. I count on being generally discontent and constantly looking for a better life to keep me thin and motivated. The second I get cozy I become like a creepy disgusting cat....or Dolly. I just eat tons of food, sleep better and longer and just hang out. (I know that sounds like depression, but it's actually the opposite for me)
ANYWAY, I finally signed up for my "one on one" training session at Lifetime, and I was assigned Victor. Um, seriously? My heart rate was at least a zone 1 (145) just standing next to him. He is a friggin' God. In my pathetic effort to not seem totally atrophied and cellulite riddled, I pushed as hard as I could. He was not impressed and when I got home, I literally hit my knees at the porcelain alter.
I'm hellbent on redeeming myself.
Watch out Victor, I'll be back for another session after I regain some muscle in my sad sticks.
You'll be sorry. Or wait, I will.