This is how I woke up -- him on me, smiling away. Okay, so maybe I didn't wake up exactly like this, all smiley, but I did wake up with him all in my face... and him smiling at me.
I may have mastered making French toast.
Today's breakfast included strong coffee, protein-packed French toast, and sugarfree syrup.
The walk to boxing is long but it's oh so pretty.
Note to self, don't tell any of the coaches you're tired when you arrive at boxing.
They'll only make you workout all that harder.
Arrived home more exhausted than the already over-the-top, dead exhausted self I left for boxing.
I added to the long walk home with some errands on the way home and then found myself sitting at Market Market, trying to recharge my batteries with some chucks-of-juice fruit juice.
Arrived just in time to watch the sun go down.
Balboa photobombed my picture... totally and perfectly.
This was pretty much how I was the rest of the evening, on the verge of passing out with exhaustion.
Called it a night at 8:30pm. I can't remember the last time I went to bed so early but I really went hard at training this past week with adding weight training at my condo gym into the mix.
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