"Let's play a lovegame, play a lovegame
do you want love, or you want fame
are you in the game, dons the lovegame" -Lady Gaga
Dear Tony,
I'm sorry you had to find out about my boyfriend this way.
Love,
K
Today was round two of legs and back and boy was it a doozie! I had no choice but to come out in the open about my time spent with Tony and share this hour of "sneaky lunges" with C. It was a tense hour, with Tony whispering sweet nothings about proper squatting form and C trying not to get jealous of my extreme home fitness relationship with Ton(e). I knew I couldn't keep up appearances for long, and now both of my boyfriends are competing in a love game (as I channel Lady Gaga w/ my own interpretation of her love games).
It was the usual one-legged squatting regime, again. I blazed stoically through the workout, trying to ignore the battle I caused, taking place in front of me. Big improvements are being seen, Tony; I'm starting to dominate these first 6 workouts, how do you like me now?!
Back to my cheating ways. C stepped up like a man and lunged himself into muscle confusion oblivion, while Ton(e)Ton(e) grinned at us mischeivously, reminding us that it's okay to take a break, if we're too weak and tired. "Weak and tired?!" C exclaims, "I'll show you weak and tired!" Wait, that wasn't a very threatening threat. NO, he told Tony to bring on the leg pain; he showed Tbone that lunges and wall sits are childsplay; he proved to Tmoney that he is a fierce competitor! (I love being fought over). In the end, though, C wore himself out brawling for my adoration and the strongest quads. As a lover scorned, he flung himself dramatically onto the couch and surrendered to the agony of 250-something lunges and a broken heart.
Tony, you may have the won the battle, but you haven't won the war.
Love,
The Two-timing Secretary
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