Welcome to the Post-Workout EUPHORIA!

August 16, 2014

Welcome to the Post-Workout EUPHORIA!

Photo Credit: virojclub.com

After I lift...

the world opens up...

like a lotus flower...

in a bed of roses.

I feel enlightened. Touched. Gifted even.

Like Dustin Hoffman in Rain Man.

Ask me anything? How much is 4343 x 1234?


I’m telling you, I’m on a different level of consciousness!

I finish my last rep and then suddenly things begin to slow down.

I pick up my gym bag and I walk to the water fountain to fuel up for my post-workout protein.

I can hear people’s thoughts.

The guy at the bench press is contemplating if he should go up to the pretty girl in the spandex and ask her out.

He’s been watching her for the last 2 weeks, nothing sinister, but watching nonetheless.

The lady working the front desk is debating rather or not she should change jobs.

She’s been here for 5 months and has yet to get off bathroom cleanup duty. Gross!

As I walk past the spin room, I notice that the people on the bike have transformed into a vertically evolving series of numbers.

I’m in the Matrix. I’m Morpheus. No... I’m Neo.

Quick, someone throw me a medicine ball!

I bet if I concentrate I can juggle 3 like a circus clown.

Where’s Trinity? Oh, that’s right, she’s at home making dinner. Damn my life is good.

Maybe I should play the Powerball.

Nah, that wouldn’t be fair to all the regular people.

It’s truly awesome being awesome.

Note to self: Post-workout euphoria is a real place and today, I’m the MAYOR.

Are you feelin’ me???

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