Grrrrr, huh, sigh, eeerrrrr, huff huff huff, gasp, ackkkkk, erkkkk, eh eh eh, wooooosh.That’s gym speak for “these weights are f**king heavy and if I do one more rep, I’ll die“Or something to that effect. You know how Google translator can be.
Today I cave woman grunted my way through 60 minutes at Orange Theory Fitness. I’ve never been so thankful for their blaring tunes, as it drowned out the most unladylike of sounds. Now while working out shouldn’t be a prim and proper adventure, I would like to keep some things a mystery; like the sounds equivalent to a rough day in the bathroom. (You know you’ve been there). Continue reading