Getting in the rounds and pushing myself at boxing.
At my own boxing club in Korea I used to call sweat "gym nasty" and when you got all sweaty like such you'd say you're "gym nasty happy". Today I was definitely gym nasty happy.
After a hard workout at boxing I really don't have any more energy to fight so being offered Nutella sticks and espresso by a particular someone... oh gosh. I had just enough energy to resist the temptation to eat them all. Ate maybe one or two... or a few.
And speaking of a lack of energy to fight off temptation, I come home and just let Balboa jump all over me with his hyperness and waging tail. Coming home to Balboa after a rough workout is so rejuvinating. I walk in all beaten up feeling and he treats me like I'm Christmas walking in. Now if only I could get a two-legged man that reacts to me like Balboa does. That is the ultimate relationship goal right, a man that thinks I'm the next best thing since sliced bread.
Forget relationship goals. I've got Balboa and we've got a pretty fun friendship.


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