5:00 AM
I was being woken up at a very unreasonable time and I was not happy at all. "What the fuck are you doing?" I said. "It's time to workout." He said. "Ughhhhh." I groaned. "You'll get used to it in a few weeks." He shrugged. I got out of bed and forced myself to get into workout clothes. "Okay. Step one is that we are going to eat half a banana each to have something to fuel us then after the work out we will eat a full breakfast." I nodded and took the half banana from his hand. After eating,we were off to the gym.
"Oh and one more thing." He said. "What?" I asked. "We're running to the gym today." He said. "ARE YOU FUCKING HIGH?" I yelled. "It's a ten minute run." He said with a blank look on his face. "TEN MINUTES TOO LONG. TAKE IT EASY ON ME ITS MY FIRST DAY!" "What are you gonna do when we are running 11 miles every Saturday?" He said. "I BETTER BE FUCKING HIGH!" I said.
After some convincing and a blow job,we took the car. As of now,I'm running two miles on a treadmill and hating myself. I was beside Nick as he ran like it was nothing. "One mile!" He said. This was the closest to torture that I've ever come. I wasn't fat,but I was not in shape.
After running my two miles,we started working on my legs. 40 squats,30 lunges (EACH),box jumps (20),60 second plank,20 push-ups,50 sit-ups,5 minute break then finish with a quarter mile walk on treadmill.
We FINALLY got done and I have never been more tired. As we arrived,Nick agreed to go and get us breakfast from IHOB because I couldn't move. I was seriously considering crawling. I had to pee and the second I moved I wanted to cry. "Okay Delilah,get your ass up and pee!" The fact that I had to give my self a pep talk just to go piss,was not only hilarious,but sad. After a few minutes I got up and made my way to the bathroom.
Nick returned with food and I was so excited. We sat and ate when a question popped into my head. "What are we?" I asked. He seemed to be taken aback. "What do you want us to be?" He asked arching his eyebrow. "I want to be with you. But I want you to want us to be official." "I want us to be official babe." I was satisfied with his answer. I squealed and kissed him. "Oh! I almost forgot! Vince wanted me to help you set up your social media." "I don't even know my name yet!" I said. "Let's come up with one." We sat cross cross and started naming names we thought were cool. "Sandra bay." "SANDRA!" I wheezed. After almost two hours Nick said one that caught my attention. "Victoria Bailey?" He said. "YES! YOU ARE A GENIUS."
We set up the Instagram and Twitter. "What do I post?" I asked. "What do you normally post?" He asked. "I don't use Social Media." "Well just post pictures of yourself with other wrestlers or when your first match happens,you'll get the concept of it eventually. It's not that complicated." I giggled and set up my bio which said:"Coming to an arena near you." It was pretty stupid,but it was pretty good to be my first one.
