So in the subject of starting the year right, my coworkers and I finally decided to try going to the gym. We sounded like we're really serious about it. Gakarakasa gd kami, tane asta ni sa ulihi. We'll start on Monday, oh God bless us!
The gym looks pretty legit. We could already see ourselves walking sideways down the stairs because of delayed onset muscle soreness the next few days. :p I hope our irrational pride of being a physical therapist won't get in the way of our instructor preaching to us about how muscles work. lol
The place is surrounded by mirrors, wouldn't it be weird that you'll be watching yourself sweat like a pig? Or does it pose like a biofeedback, like in the rehab? Will it be like a place where you can talk to your biceps and no one will judge you? Weh.
But after checking the place out we saw a restaurant accross the street. We argued a bit if we're gonna cheat and eat but who were we kidding! The sisig was smiling back at us and we couldn't refuse. The only thing that's left to argue was whether we should have an extra rice. We didn't.. Yay! We promise to start our cause tomorrow. Make that a double promise.
I grew up with rice and eggs for breakfast. I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing.
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