Burnt Ashes Wednesday |

Good afternoon, guys!

This morning the band had me up at the crack of dawn, to take me with them to the gym. I begrudgingly dragged myself from my bed at 6am, showered and dressed to find Trey already waiting on my driveway, with a Starbucks in hand. (Thank God for small mercies!) Upon climbing into Treys pickup truck, I settle myself in the seat, expecting a nice, quiet, peaceful journey to the gym… I should have known better…

“You ready?” Trey asks me, his voice laced with over the top enthusiasm. Seriously, how is he this perky in the morning?

“Not even a little bit.” I grumble, looking over at him. A devious grin spreads over his handsome face, and my stomach plummets. I’m suddenly feel nervous, I know that look all too well. I knew I should have stuck with Logan picking me up, at least he’d of left me alone until I wake up properly. I watch suspiciously as Trey leans forward and hits a button on his radio. Less than a few seconds pass and Survivor’s Eye Of The Tiger is blasting through the speakers. I glare at him, not in the least impressed. His hands start drumming to the tune on the steering wheel, before he backs out of my driveway, laughing my expression. I can’t stop a small grin forming when he starts singing, and pretty soon my bad mood is put behind me as I sip my coffee, and listen to him sing. As soon as the song finishes, he turns the volume down and glances at me.

“Awake yet?” He asks, his eyes now focused on the road.

“Getting there.”

“You ready to sing it with me before we reach the guys?”

Is he for real? That thought actually mortifies me. No one should be subjected to my awful singing.

“No.”

I watch him as his lips turn up into a smile. Finally he allows me to drink my coffee in peace. Fifteen minutes later we’re pulling up in the parking lot of the gym, and the boys are stood around outside the entrance. I groan as they turn their heads in our direction. I decide to stay seated as Trey gets out the truck, laughing. It doesn’t take the band long, as I’m hauled out, coffee discarded in a nearby trash can. I’m so not ready for this…

Well, I survived. Just… I also know that I’m NEVER joining the guys in another gym session. Who works out for two and a half hours continuously? … Not this woman! I did however, manage to get some pics of the guys in the gym. (Ladies You’re welcome!) Logan and Sam were lifting weights for the best part of an hour, where I only managed to do all of two minutes. Yes, I know. That’s pitiful, but damn, with their eyes on me they’re lucky I even managed that! Trey was rope climbing, which I had a fun with. (Until my arms felt like jelly. Again, I don’t ‘do’ the gym scene. At all.) All was forgiven when Trey swung us in a pancake house after… Pancakes after a workout? I have no idea how men’s minds work, and nor do I wish to. Once we had pancakes, Trey wanted to go to the lake at the park. BIG mistake. There were so many people that wanted his picture, we ended up doing a group shot, and running back to the truck. I can’t deny that I didn’t enjoy myself, as it was a lot of fun… As for my body, I’m pretty sure it’s going to be HELL in the morning.