
JC Deen - zombified
I know you’ve been there. Perhaps today is one of those days…
You’re stale, weak, and dehydrated from the previous nights (insert crazy activities here). On top of that, you’re running off fumes from some weak espresso you picked up on your way to work. You still have the bitter taste of day-old coffee on your palate.
By lunchtime, you’re famished; but the container of hardboiled eggs, and that soggy tuna sandwich you whipped together will tide you over until you hit the gym for back and bicep day.
As you plow through the rest of your shift, you continually nod off; quickly looking up after each mini-snooze to be sure no one caught you sleeping on the job. In the back of your mind, you know the smart thing would be to head home, get into something comfortable, and chill out for the night.
But that’s the rational thing to do, and we’re not rational beings.
No, we continually find a reason to go against logical thought processes and dive into senseless acts of I-can-do-whatever-I-put-my-mind-to insanity.
Once we get to the gym, one of two things will happen. If, and only if we’re lucky, our workout goes smoothly and according to plan – nothing out of the ordinary and we make it out alive, for the most part.
Nine times out of ten, though, it will go pretty sour. [Read more...]





