After you finally convince yourself to go to the gym, whether it’s to look good that night for the bar, or to burn off all the food you drunkenly consumed the night before, it’s still just as hard to remain motivated while you struggle through your “workout”.
First step, made it here. Okay let’s go.
What’s now?
Guess I’ll just stretch and warm up.
Time for cardio. *sigh*
Go figure, all the treadmills are taken.
Guess I’ll go do abs and try again later.
Wow I suddenly remember how much I hate ab workouts.
What is this feeling in my stomach?
Why is this guy staring at me?
OMG is he staring at my butt?
Am I not allowed to use the squat rack?
Why are you all watching me?
Are you actually in a frat if you don’t wear your letters to the gym?
Probably not.
THERE STILL ISNT AN EMPTY TREADMILL?
I guess I’ll go on the stairmaster.
Should it burn this much?
FINALLY! Open treadmill!
Why is homegirl next to me going so fast?
Does she want to race?
*speeds treadmill up to .1 mph faster than hers*
HA! This is easy.
Nevermind, I’m fairly confident this is what dying feels like.
How has it only been 5 minutes?
Ugh I’m hungry.
What can I get to eat when I’m out of here?
I should get a salad, but they just taste so:
Isn’t the point of going to the gym to eat what I want?
I’ll just do a few arm/back exercises and head out of here.
How do I even reach this? I’m too short.
Welp. At least I tried.
How long have I been here?