I went to the gym this morning, the first time in about three months. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Probably on account of my doing the odd cycle now and again. On the treadmill I even managed a reasonable on then off pace. After an hour I finished. Once showered I headed out and had to walk down some stairs. Suddenly my thighs hurt like someone had strangled them with hot pokers. Each stair was a pain, and under my breath I was repeatedly saying "ouch." I suppose this is what they call memory muscle. I remembered where they gym was and my muscles made me realise it. Why was I going to the gym after such a long time you might ask? Someone said I was looking fat and laughed at me with a snigger. I wouldn't mind they weren't looking too thin themselves. But the harm had been done and their words hit home.
So how do you motivate someone? Tell them they're looking a bit bigger than normal. Lucky I'm not an elephant.
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