Super powers at the gym

Don’t get me wrong.

I kind of of enjoy the gym like I kind of enjoy getting up in the morning without you by my side. Meaning not really at all…. ever. Maybe if there were a fire but only if it were like, a big one or something.

But recently I’ve been going, at least three times a week, because the world and my aging body have informed me its a necessary evil.

You will never hear me say I love the gym. I don’t, I like it alright sometimes but most of the time I’d rather be at home reading or out doing lunches / dinners.

To that end, I have devised a series of daydreams that help to motivate me while I barely manage to do three ‘reps’ of a barbell row with two twenty kg weights. 

1) i wrote a famous New York times bestseller on (have not thought about it yet)

2) i’m a kick ass avengers type superhero who kills villians. Oh and i go back home to have black widow everynight :) 

3) i get the next big promotion to be country COO and my boss tells me i deserves it so much more than XXX (insert derogatory terms for you-know-who :) 

Hey, I started at five kg, progress is progress :)

P:s this is a barbell row