My Relationship With Insanity's Shawn T

It's a love-hate thing we have going on, Shawn T and I.

We go back, way back. Back to those lazy summer days of '09.

We would spend mornings, afternoons, and evenings together, one hour at a time, sweating out to grunts and moans.

By the time we were done, our steamy topless bodies would be meshed with a miasma of adrenaline and sweat.

Yes, those were great times; I was in-shape, he was in-shape, it was all fun.

Sadly, it all came to an end once classes started.

For a time, I forgot about Shawn. I forgot about his brainchild, Insanity. I forgot how friendly and inviting his outlook was. I forgot how freakin' big his pecs were. And most importantly, I forgot how in-shape I was over the summer.

I grew soft. Physically. And I dissed Shawn T and Insanity.

"Insanity?! PSH, I FUCKIN' EAT IT FOR BREAKFAST."

And then just yesterday, I woke up, possibly from dreaming about Shawn, and remembered everything: from the primal battle cries to the sweat-inducing warm-ups.

I immediately proceeded to boot up my laptop and fire up Insanity.

Feeling a bit overconfidently ambitious, I loaded up Max Interval Cardio.

I had never done it before, it was my first time doing MAX.

"How'd it go?"

Let's just say I'll never diss Insanity, or anything Shawn T-related ever again.

I'm sorry, Shawn, I didn't mean to. PLEASE DON'T RIP ME A NEW ASSHOLE, I SWEAR I'LL DO BETTER TOMORROW, I PROMISE, SO PLEASE, NO MORE!!! AGHHHHHH

I'll... see you tomorrow, Shawn...

PS: NO HOMO