Noelle
I left the gym forty minutes later. I had imagined I would feel strong and empowered after a good workout, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. My arms and legs felt like wet, overcooked spaghetti. I wasn’t sure I could lift a pen, let alone carry my laptop to the main office when it was time to meet Mr. Segretto to start our workday.
I stumbled into the shower, turned on the spray, and set the adjustable shower head to pulse. Granted, I was sore and over worked because I had started with weights that were too heavy while doing the exercises incorrectly. But who wants to accept the blame when you could just as easily pin it on a hot, muscular, half-naked tattooed man with masochistic tendencies?
Yes, my current state of total mental and physical exhaustion was definitel
