at the effin gym 'we don't work out to eat carrots.'

We do it so we can beat muffin tops, then eat the muffin tops (guilt free).

That's your effin quote of the day.  Courtesy of the effin gym pillar, J-fizz.

Effin Over-Achievers

J-fizz peeked at her phone...text received:

"WTF I just saw KTads running down Five Mile. I'm too lazy to effin get off the couch for a cookie!"

The sender of that text will remain anonymous since she has 12-pack abs herself, and hits up 5am on the regular.  Lady of lean muscle...there's no way she's ever even looked at a cookie.

But maybe avoid telling her that Foxie comes in early on Saturdays to do Hell Mill intervals...definitely don't mention LadyStoli stacking up spinning & P90X...and keep your lips sealed about MachoMetro's 3x in two-days.

Shoooo!  Effin over-achievers doin their effin thing.

Reminder: No Excuses Zone

Miss Bridget aka TheHulk ('miss' because of her youthful, pleasant nature...TheHulk on account of her green gym gear and no-nonsense flair), is a night timer at the effin gym.  She was making moves through the Monday night work out alongside her brother aka TheHulk's Brother.  They were giving each other the extra push until TheHulk's Brother started to lose wind. Until TheHulk heralded: "It's the last quarter of whatever the hell it is you played in high school, LET'S GO!"

Families that effin work out together are effin awesome.

Q: Who loves you?

A: First your trainer...then your momma.

That's right!  Mike, TheHammer, was digging deep and fighting through his set.  The Tuesday night crew was crushing J-fizz's all out arms circuit...even our  girl Gracie was feelin (what J-fizz calls) The Love through to the weekend.

So as TheHammer threw down the big boy kettlebell in a huff, glaring up from the bench.  J-fizz called out, "That's right! Who loves you?" and TheHammer replied: 'My momma.'

Oh no, sir.  First your trainer...THEN your momma. [and don't you forget it]

When we get the job done. Effin trainers know you'll be feelin The Love. Hard.

This is the effin gym blog.

This is where the effin trainers break it down.  Because no matter who comes through the door - moms, teachers, twenty-somethings, businessmen, businesswomen, kids, students, wannabes - we are all here for the same reason.

It's the squat, thrust, spandex & boom, holla, hayyyyy. 

We work hard.  We play hard.  Not flashy; nothing fancy. 

It's the grit, juice, and dirty laundry.  Don't get it?  Don't worry...we don't either.