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Ugh.

Not that I struggle enough in my core strengthening class already, but today was one for the books. On a normal day I suffer though the horrific workouts for two reason: 1. to stop sucking at running and 2. to impress my teacher. Holy hell balls this man is sight for sore eyes (lets be real, any eyes for that matter). I literally do my plank while smiling, so it looks like I actually enjoy torturing my abdomen. Hell no, it hurts like a bitch but i smile because i want to look like I'm really in shape and so much fun to hangout with.
Alright, so I always pick heavy weights too (not because I can actually lift them, more so that it looks like i can. LOLZ). Well, half-way though today's work out I could just picture the weights smashing into my face, so I started to get up to get some lighter ones. As I was running out of the room Hot Teach Tom asked me where I was going. Attempting to be cute (yeah, because sweating balls and not being able to lift 20 lbs is cute) I chuckled and and said, "Oh just getting 8's!", then proceeded to trip over some weights as I exited the room. That was besides the point, but just goes to show how awful I am at walking. Anyway, so I come back into the room and the whole class including Hot Teach Tom is starring at me. Ok what? So I stand there and look at Tom and shrug and casually say, "i'm just not feeling the 10s today?" Then he looks at me and with a sigh of relief starts to crack up. K, like I'm obviously funny- but what did I do? He starts to write on the chalkboard and looks at me, "I thought you said..." and points at the board at to what he was writing which clearly says "AIDS". Wait Hot Teach Tom thought I said, "Oh just getting AIDS!!"? Holy shit. The whole class starts laughing and Tom continues to point at the other word on the board, "After I thought you said AIDS, i thought you said Eggs!". Ok really, all I said was 8's. So my clever reply to Hot Teach Tom, "Well, I don't want AIDS, but Eggs are always good for a little protein". I am so unbelievable bad at life.

damn.

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