Not exactly how I thought my Monday would go -- stuck underneath the roof of a midget boxing bar and looking like one of their "lady boxers" with a bag full of boxing gear and training clothes on.
But, as Mother Nature would have it, it poured and poured. I was leaving my client's
condo when it suddenly came and there I was, stuck, waiting it out.
Showed up at boxing soaked and then my soaked-from-the-rain body got even more soaked
but with sweat. By the time I left, my fingers and toes were completely waterlogged.
Returned home soaked, exhausted and hungry but was greeted by an overly happy Balboa.
You know someone really loves you when you come home super gym nasty and smelly and yet they're all hugs and kisses for you. That, for me, is definitely Balboa.
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