So I went to good old GNC today. Nothing out of the ordinary, just wanted to grab some muscle milk and such. I walk in the store and start talking to these two Arab employees(not the fact that their race means anything, but why leave it out). Then I stupidly ask one of these A$$holes for a recommendation for a preworkout. He's says "Mr. Hyde" is his favorite. Little did I know I might as well have gone to the west side of town, bought some rocks, and smoked that before my workout instead. Now I have had some powerful pre-workouts in my life(everything from assault, C4, to the old formula of jak3d), but this was different. I took one scoop of this stuff and went to the gym thinking it was going to be a normal Sunday afternoon lift; then it hit me. It started when I was riding the bike to warmup. I sat there for what felt like 2 minutes staring at Megan Kelly's erotic lips on the TV in front of me. I reach to grab my water bottle and look at my phone, realizing that 20 minutes have past. "that's weird". I go through first set of arms, rows, decline, and it feels like I'm flying through, I begin to realize that it's not hard to lift anymore, and I suddenly get angry that everybody is sitting around. If these fatties want to lose weight, they are going to have to start moving faster. I finally finish, get in the car ready to go.I drive like Agent Smith from the matrix was after me. Get home, go in my room(deadbolt door) and look at way, way, way too much porn that was way, way, way too kinky for me for way way too long. I come out of my room 6 hours later, shower, eat dinner, go back and watch bad boys 1 and 2. It is now 1:30 am. I have work at 6 am. My mind is still cranking from Mr. Hyde. No end in sight, no sleep in sight. ****.![]()




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