Bye bye, July. You’ve been…fun? Interesting? Bizarre?
I’m trying to get my office payroll done on a tight deadline after having my ass royally kicked by my trainer at the gym tonight. I started using a trainer a month ago and while I can definitely see and feel the difference week to week, he’s ramping up the torture as we go, so where I started with three sets of ten at 5 pounds, 8 pounds, and 10 pounds (for example) I’m now doing four sets of twelve or even fifteen at 10 pounds, 12 pounds, and 15 pounds. I get it. Either way, by the end of the hour, the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak.
August?
There’s some real potential here for the world to pull out of this power dive and suck less. Let’s not screw it up!
I’ll check back in with you in 31 days. Tick. Tock.
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