Head high. Playlist ready. Confidence at 100%.
The treadmill saw me and doubled its speed.
The dumbbells rolled into a corner like scared puppies.
The pull-up bar laughed like I was the joke.
Even the mirror said, “You again?”
I reached for a yoga mat—it curled up tighter.
Water bottle leaked on my shoes for dramatic effect.
At this point, I didn’t know if I came to train or get roasted.
Left with pride in shambles and one protein bar.
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