Next time I get the bright idea to change my training from a half hour session to an hour session someone please feel free to kick me in the teeth because I’m pretty sure that would hurt less then this.
Also next time I decide to make fun of the girl at the front desk for puking the first time she trained with my trainer, please feel free to cut off my nipples or something because right now, the only thing that is keeping me from puking is the fact that I really don’t want to clean vomit off the gym carpet. But once I get outside, oh it’s free game then.
I’m not entirely sure how I’m typing because my arms don’t function.
Good bye off to die now….or puke…or something!