6:30 am – What is happening? Why is Lady Gaga’s voice interrupting this lovely, peaceful dream I was having about floating around in a pool… in the middle of my apartment? Oh right, that’s my alarm. Why in Gaga’s name is it set for 6:30? Oh right, I was going to go to the gym. I could probably sleep another hour and still have time… Well maybe. Ugh, I guess I should just get it over with.
6:47 am – Sitting on the bus, heading to the gym. Questioning my existence. This stinks.
7:10 am – Braving the treadmills. Holy cow, how fast is that guy running? And that girl looks like she’s been here for hours… she’s half my size. Why do I put myself through this public humiliation?
7:50 am – Alright, I’ve been on this treadmill for 40 minutes. Well, 35 if you count the five minute warm-up… And really, 30 if you count that break in the middle. I know I said I’d run for an hour, but I’ll be walking around campus all day anyway. Plus, it’s my first time at the gym this semester. I should really work myself up slowly, right?
8:00 am – Walking out of the gym. The sun is so bright! The birds sing so sweetly! Look at these poor saps heading into the gym, while I’ve already finished my entire workout! I feel fantastic!
THE NEXT DAY…
6:30 am – DEATH. Shut up Gaga! My legs… I can’t feel them! Aaaah! Never mind, now that I’m moving I can feel. Every. Muscle. What have I done to myself? You know, I should probably take a day off from the gym. I’ll go back tomorrow… Or something.
Photographer: Ross Linden-Fraser