I am slowly killing myself in this determined drive for physical perfection. Mind you, I have accepted I will not ever reach perfection – but I can get closer than I am now, or I can try. I am fighting family genes, that if I don’t fight them with every fiber of my being will ensure that I fight my jeans when I try and get them on. I tweaked my back yesterday whilst working out, and came home sore and not having finished my workout. It was really discouraging. I got up this morning, feeling fine and spent some time in the park with my running coach – pre-coffee and then went to work. I almost didn’t go to the gym to do kettlebells on the way home, but I was a big boy, and went and got my kettlebell workout in on the way home too. Now I’m tired. And sore – but a good sore. An earned sore. A sore that will help me sleep well tonight, knowing that I get to get up and repeat the whole process over again tomorrow!
I wanted something bulgey for under my khakis today. Not sure why. Maybe AussieMan is inspiring me to wear bulge stuff. Maybe I felt like showing off a little. Maybe I wanted a certain gym crush to notice as I got to the gym today. Maybe he did – I wouldn’t know – we didn’t make small talk today. I was focused…perhaps too focused. And maybe, just maybe, he’ll notice that we didn’t chat today and that I was there. We’ll see. We’ve had good conversations – that he’s initiated – for gosh sake – one of them we were in the locker room in nothing but towels and he proceeded to have an entire conversation with me…you have my number…why do I have to be the brave one all the time…can’t I be Kate Winslet once in a while? =)
I think you look great just the way you are. Got me hard.
Omg just ask him out. And btw you’re looking smokin hot in those trunks 🙂