With Mother Nature raining down on us on the daily and flooding our streets and sidewalks, I had to walk in flip flops to the boxing club because my sneakers were soaked and smelly from yesterday.
My favourite part of my walk to boxing, walking through this community.
Can't say I really like the excessive puddles here though.
Last week, I walked through a white puddle... yes, white.
I've been training with Coach Marcelo this past week and he's been killing me.
Okay, so maybe I didn't die but I came close to puking in my own mouth a couple of times.
"Friday nights use to mean something", I blurted out today. Well, tonight, this Friday night definitely meant something, it meant Cheat Meal Night!!! Usually this is reserved for Saturday or Sunday but we thought we'd splurge, make an exception, and enjoy it tonight.
and then for the main course, chicken pasta.
Cheat Meal Night went a bit extreme... dessert was added.
Do I feel guilty? Absolutely no. I don't do this on the daily, I don't even do this on the weekly.
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