june creeps up quiet like, and i've been gymming for nigh on six months now. during which time i have:
- wept with my hamstrings in shared agony
- wept with my butt after the rowing machine
- wept with absolute boredom on the cross-trainer
- wept with my newly-discovered triceps, and
- discovered that my neck thinks it's my core but it really is not.
the Guy tells HOM (because they have a gym session together too) that i am always checking the time on the 'phone. i don't need to, i say indignantly. i've set my alarm to mark time.
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