Competition
I’m carrying 120 lbs on my shoulders. Every move I make, I feel more and more weighted down. I’m tired, getting clumsy. I don’t know how much more of this weight I can take.
I put down the bar and no more than 10 seconds later that girl uploads her progress onto Facebook through WorkMeOut. You have got to be kidding me! She did 10 more squats than me! Oh it’s on!
Pull it off like it was a water break. Pick up the weights, Erin. Okay. One… two… three… four…. five… six… seven… eight… nine… ten… eleven… TWELVE!
Type in my progress to WorkMeOut. Upload to Facebook. Take it and eat it.
Now I’m off to use the biceps machine so I can punch her lights out next time she tries to one-up me. There’s only one problem… my arms are weak and I don’t know how to use it. Let me pull out my Iphone and take a picture of the QR code on the machine. Pull it off like I got a text from a hottie… because I’m fly. I took the picture and immediately it took me to a how-to video for the biceps machine. Give me a week of this machine and you can take that and eat it too.
I can’t wait to see my progress chart. WorkMeOut lets me compete with these skanks while I’m here and compete with myself I’m done. Sad part is, for you, I just keep winning. Take it and eat it.
