Oh gym, how I've missed you. Let me count the ways. I'm more broke than Windows Vista (OK, so they fixed it, I know), but not even that could hold me back, from returning to where I rightly belong: In the centre of a crowd of strangely dressed, smelly, health fanatics.
It is said that King Arthur will return to save his people in their time of most dire need. Today I was King Arthur, the gym was my Camelot, the bench was my Excalibur, Guinevere was that really hot chick that left when I was walking in, my knights were, um, and the dire need part... the analogy is breaking down, but who cares, I'm back! Bring on DOMS tomorrow.
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