I would say about 95% of the time, I work out completely alone. No friends, no family, and sometimes no music thanks to my week-late replacement batter from Amazon. My gym schedule is made purely from the information I research online and decide that is what I need to be doing. Sometimes I see changes,
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I found out today why Navy Seals are badass motherfuckers. I took a TRX class yesterday morning and aside from reaffirming my inability to sprout arm muscles, I was sweating beyond the point of socially acceptable. Sister face and I bought online coupons for 30 days, unlimited classes at a local, legit boxing gym. There’s a
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At the end of the day, we are affirmation-seeking peeps who just want to be cuddled and told how wonderful we are. With the technological advancements in social media, we are now able to gain this need from our friends, family and complete stalker creeps adoring strangers. When Facebook first started, posting pictures of you and your friends taking
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My whole adolescent life, I wanted to be athletic. I was very active in sports but I wasn’t athletic per se. I had fantastic hand-eye coordination but I was always a little slower and a little less of an athlete than my friends. In the bumfuck town I grew up in, there were literally 270 people
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So if this tardy post is any indication of how important my “butt breaking” was last week, you won’t be disappointed to know it’s been aborted. The first few days I made a slight effort to take breaks when the smokers did but instead of lighting up, stretch my legs, do some lunges, anything to
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For the past 2+ years I have been working out at my apartment complex gym. It was well equipped with treadmills, a stairmaster, weights galore and was included in our astronomical rent. Basically, by the time the 1st came each month, I didn’t have money to go anywhere else. Luckily, the gym was pretty baller.
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I received a very strange package in the mail the other day that contained nothing more than some rubber, some straps and a DVD. Husband face assured me it wasn’t his latest purchase from the fetish section of Craigslist so that was out. I started piecing the items together to find that they made multiple
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