So I'm sorry to say that I played hookie from the gym the last three weeks. I have no excuse except for social life (rodeo) and work (travel), but as I've been informed, that is no excuse. I didn't realize it had been quite that long, but was reminded this morning (with a smile on his face) by Andrew - my personal kettle bell torture expert - that it HAD been that long. But I was just as happy to see him as he was to see me... as by some miracle I hadn't lost any weight over the past few weeks (you mean it just doesn't continue to fall off your body while your eating some weird XYZ Airline Chicken Wrap that was nuked under pressure at 30,000 ft?).
I did drag myself there at 6:00am this morning with Emily, and we survived about 45 min of grueling Russian-esque torture. I am feeling okay today, but know that the worst is yet to come.
Thank you Andrew!
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