motivation is an artform

Woke up on Saturday. Blaaaa. Reconized that this is the grustle. Trying to get myself going. I got the ball in motion by doing some laundry. I then was really trying to force myself to get to the gym. Finally went to the gym. Then it was a bit of a struggle to get through my lifts. The most important thing is I DID GET THROUGH MY LIFTS. Went to black dog. Talked to a random hot girl named Haley. Went back over and did biceps-reverse flys for my back and chin ups for fat people on the Lat pull down machine. I protected my muscles by drinking some gatorade and water before them and I haven't felt dizzy for awhile. So that was a big time effort to protect my muscles from being stupid and to get my ass to the gym and grustle my way through the day. My lifting days always go like this. Chest Tris-Shoulders-back and biceps-legs-rest-day. Cardio is like 10 minutes a day to get warmed up but of course I do more than that sometimes. Reverse flies felt like they were working my back today.