Personal Narrative: What Doesn T Do It !

I woke up to the sound of the invariable alarm as I do every day vroom, vroom,vroom. Even though my body was screaming NO, my mind knew that consistency was key to sanity. With pure self discipline, rummaging through my laundry in the dark, I got dressed and tiptoed my way out the door. It was so quiet, I’ve never seen the hallway so empty, it was creeping me out, I noticed as I went down the elevator to the gym. Oh god, let’s do this. I really want to go on the stationary bike so I can sit down and watch Netflix, but then my quads would get too muscular, maybe I can stick to floor exercises today, but the only way to burn fat is to do cardio, however, I can’t do HIIT workouts considering that builds muscle too, LIIT on the treadmill it is. …show more content…
Miles or time? Let’s do miles, so if I run faster, I can finish sooner. “ Womanizer, womanizer, womanizer duh duh duh” Britney is such a queen. What test do I have today? I can’t afford to fail but Trent didn’t answer my text, I shouldn’t care but I do and I can’t deal with this family anymore yet I don’t have a choice do I, I’m not sweating yet, it’s already been 10 minutes. I raised the speed while just as I raised the sound, both to the highest level go, go, go. Achieve something Sophie you’re so pathetic, come on, prove yourself faster, faster , faster, almost there. Breath in for three, breath out for three, focus on the end. Black. As the treadmill slowed down, my eyes went black and I felt nauseous,