Denis, this is your fault…

Soooo…

Denis came to visit Thursday night. We played Wii, we drank a copious amount of booze and stayed up really late. I woke up and boy, did I not want to go to the gym. I had the conversation with myself about whether or not I should get up…

At that point I realized that if I could have that conversation, I would have to get up and go… I did.

Cardio and legs (not smart… see next post).

Weekend is here and I’m of to Brantford.

Beez

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