I feel my own failure advancing, an overwhelming depression looms, as I face the despair of ever achieving success, and ever-after suffering the unrelenting pain of exercise-induced injury.
I can already anticipate the emotional pain I will feel upon discovering physical pain shooting forth from the first of many of my muscles, which shortly will all be calling for my attention, as they plead with me to stop this madness called physical exercise.
The muscles of my body have been long neglected, and have degenerated into a state of unimaginable advanced atrophy.
They have heard my empty promises of revitalization, then diligently and valiantly attempted a promised come-back through hard work, and have had a long, hard wake-up call. They are screaming in agony.
Their message to me is clear: You can't do this all in one shot.