Six Hundred & Five

Theme: Boxfit? BOXDEATH!

I am so damn embarrassed about today. I really, really am. I'm fully ashamed and disgusted with myself. I am never going back to boxfit. Ever. I arrived there and everyone was with someone. It was just me that was on my own. There was about thirty of us there. Everyone else was also stupidly thin and healthy. Like the perfect bmi, the perfect heigh, the perfect fucking everything. Then there was me. An overweight lump that struggles walking up a fucking hill. The instructor made us do a warm up, which was to walk around this massive hall, three laps, then he made us run three laps round this hall. Well that had me done, didn't it? I think even Dr.House would have had the Defibrillator ready and charged. My heart felt horrible, it clearly wasn't used to it. This is when everything got really embarrassing. The instructor came up to me and told me that it's okay to walk. I was the only one walking. Out of a group of thirty. Then we started doing side steps. Well, after embarrassing myself with the whole walking thing, I though I might as well as give it a go as my heart rate returned back to normal. Well I fell fucking arse over tit didn't I? Everyone stopped. Everyone looked. Even kid's where doing it. I couldn't stay in that room any longer. What felt like a massive hall just shrunk 100 time's smaller and I was suffocating. I got my crap, and walked out. I ended up vomiting my gut's up in the toilet and having a panic attack. Joy.

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