The opera at the gym
Just an odd boring time at the gym and and me singing opera and operatic versions of metal and stuff :P
I really hate mornings
a succession of my thoughts and such at casual
events of an early morning trip to my local gym .
Exhausted but determined I dragged myself through the parking lot. I looked upon the great glass doors of the gym and grunted heavily "6:30 Am , kill me ". I proceeded to sing blissfully "Kill me" in a playful manner as I drew closer to the chapel of iron and sweat .I opened the door whistling the guitar riff from slayer's season of abyss which to those listening outside my headphones would sound like Atonal noise from hell , which in my opinion wasn't half bad .It always seemed like a lot of my early morning affairs involved opening a series of doors .I walked through and gave a glance to the tall slim cat sitting in the large circular reception desk , her brown fur was greasy and she was listening to rave music which I think was helping her wake up but she just looked like she took acid .
I threw my things in locker room , and began to sing motorhead in an operatic tone of voice "It's just the beasts under your bed In your closet, in your head" .It was weird how creepy the locker room is empty and really dimly lit in the morning. I was beginning to wake up but I was still considering sleeping in the shower for a while , however I soldiered on and after a really long needed piss and 3 flights of stairs I was at the abandoned weights floor .
Its odd to think that i'd have vocal training but none the less I use my operatic skills instead of grunting when lifting weights , nothing wrong with grunting except for some guys it either creeps em out or gives em hard ons and there's been little deviation between those 2 sides of the story in my experience .I picked up 2 large Iron 20Kg dumbbells and began doing bicep curls ; " Vesti la giubba " I took a breath , continued to lift again "e la faccia infarina" .I drop the weight to the floor "Fuck fuck fuck" I sang in melodic succession.A large scary looking tiger with a neck tattoo came around the second wall on the floor and looked at me from a distance , and I looked back and merely shrugged my shoulders in confusion of whether he was enjoying my act or not he then came over and used the bench across from mine , I ignored and stopped singing and eventually after a while of keeping to myself and doing my work out I left without a word .
The cat at reception was still listening to intense rave music , however on the way out I said goodbye and she half spoke the word "yup" , in this mist of morning daze I wandered back out of the carpark and jogged to the nearest store to buy 2 apples and a big plastic cup of tea .
I fucking hate mornings , thank fuck for tea and apples .