Like Charlie Sheen on a bender I move from one event to another the most recent fiasco being Valentines Day. Sounding like some socialist loser in Atlas Shrugged I mentally shriek, "It wasn't my fault!" and it probably wasn't but so what?
My wife's flowers were suppose to look like this:
but after spending the night on the shipping dock without water ended up looking like this
Needless to say, I'm a tad bitter about the whole thing. My wife has been great about it all though.
Enough of this pointless tirade on broken dreams and wilting flowers! This morning before pushing metal in the gym I made the following discovery! As you know, I never shy from the dark underbelly of exercise (though I'm frequently disappointed since I rarely find anything dark at all), so imagine my excitement when I found The Secret Room!
It's probably not called The Secret Room but something boring like Massage Room or Maintenance Closet but what it is, is this tiny room connecting the men's and woman's locker rooms together with this bed and I don't know what it's called, a divider privacy screen thingy (?) in it. On each inside door it's labeled Men on one and Women on the other in case you get confused or something after a particularly brutal massage.
I snapped a pic with my first generation iPhone since I knew the picture would be extra grainy and make the room look even seedier! Behold!
Personally I'm shocked that I wasn't informed of a secret napping room! I like to nap too you know.
I'll see if I can actually gab more about the ungodly training I like to imagine I'll actually do to get ready for the upcoming fun this summer but at the moment I'm too busy denouncing myself and trying to screw up enough nerve to step on the bitch scales again.
baby steps...
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