Happy Hour

Friday: The Best and Worst Day of the Week.

I have a love/hate relationship with the gym on Friday. Why? I love it because for once, I can actually find parking. Also, NO ONE IS THERE. Because the truth is- who wants to go to the gym on a Friday? 

Interestingly, that’s also the reason I dislike the gym on a Friday- who wants to go to the gym on a Friday?  

Tonight I forced myself to go gracefully left my house, did three solid miles in under thirty minutes, and went home. Now I can have my happy hour.

Also, while at the gym I realized that in my rush to get out the door, I put on pants with a hole on the butt. So yes, tonight I ran at the gym with a big hole on my buttocks. How big was this hole? This big-Image

And yes, that is my nail. And yes, I am throwing these out.

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