Left Hanging on Purpose
It’s 7 a.m. on a beautiful Saturday morning- a perfect day to sleep in. In fact it is the one day I actually have the pleasure to indulge in a little more than my usual 6-hours-of-sleep-a-day timetable. I have to say that when my alarm went off at an ungodly hour of the day, I had to fight every muscle in my body that wanted nothing more than to hit it and go back under the covers. I mean seriously, what kind of normal person would want to wake up on a Saturday morning and go to the GYM, off all places?! But, in the name of work I thought would get myself (unwillingly) out of bed and get dressed. Besides, I’ve yet to actually pay The Curve a visit (I’m not much of a mall go-er; more so if it’s not near home). Upon arrival, I was immediately greeted by the loud music and some 50 people lifting weights whilst grooving to the sounds of a familiar pop tune.
Ok, so the real reason why I wrote the above paragraph was because I edited it out of my write-up but didn't have the heart to delete it all together... so to know how this post concluded you're gonna have to click here and read further...
Ok, so the real reason why I wrote the above paragraph was because I edited it out of my write-up but didn't have the heart to delete it all together... so to know how this post concluded you're gonna have to click here and read further...
