So here it is, my one unexplainable and recently-revealed fear: Going to the gym.
No idea where this stems from. Possibly because the last year of gym class I ever had in school was spent with a healing broken nose; possibly because my knees are shot at the tender age of 25 (they have been since … say, the even tenderer age of 18); possibly because of nothing.
I can confirm that the reason is not:
- Self-esteem issues
- A desire to be enormous
- Freemason conspiracy
You know what? Screw it. I’m just going to go. I will probably break every limb on my body while changing into gym clothes before I even get to the machines, but I might as well do it. Why the hell not. You only live once, might as well scare yourself shitless while the getting’s good.
PS… while sunrise was nice for sentimental purposes this morning, any given sunset on a clear night blows morning way out of the water. I celebrate and strongly encourage the nocturnal life.
