Day 84

Dear Diary,

Saturday. As we in the apocalypse business call it, International Deadlift Day.

Woke up, shook off the first hit of pre-workout, also known as sleep. Prepped a second hit with six scoops in the coffee maker.

Deadlift Day. Better make it seven.

Cried a little on my way down the stairs to the car, so I think we are ready to go.

Jesus knows when you skip leg day.

APOCALYPSE UPDATE

Some days are a battle. Some days you have to fight for every single inch.

[That’s what she said.]

You claw, scratch, crawl, give everything you have got to snatch victory. 

You have no chance. They say.

You can’t win. They say.

All who have come before have fallen. They say.

Still, you push on.

In the end, though, you concede defeat and give the remote to your wife. You accept your fate and suffer through yet another reality show marathon.

Author: Ken Gack

Ken Gack does not skip leg day. Surviving Reality TV show evenings takes emotional, physical, (and intenstinal) fortitude.