Toby was sick.
So was my workout.
You know what we did.
Jersey Boy stuff.
A mile and a half.
800+ reps.
We got hard.
Then things got harder.
And then so did we.
Compliance with exercises and form was sketchy.
But fitness happened.
Then we went to Dunkin’ for coffee.
Except I do not imbibe the bitter brew.
And today I didn’t even bring my three-course breakfast of nuts & seeds, a protein bar, and an apple.
Instead I made my way home a bit early in order to cook eggs with quinoa and spicy black beans and a veggie sausage patty.
It tastes way better than it sounds.
And it certainly tastes better than it looks.
Because it looks bad.
Unlike the vegetable juice I blend every night.
Which looks like lava.
And tastes like it, too.
Thanks for joining me in the gloom, brothers!
Your enthusiastic presence made the morning great!
Are your nipples aligned?
Thanks JB. I owe you 2 Q’s. Greyhound’s question is intriguing (and a fair one above the belt) Guess one has to show to know!
Full nipple alignment (FNA) is a core feature of a Jersey Boy merkin. Your hands are aligned with your nipples rather than all the other crazy places pax are inclined to put them. Yes, it’s harder, but we’re not here for play time. We’re here to use the word “nipples” as often as possible in a workout. Get your priorities straight.
First time at Fission when I was never more than 20 feet away from in of the 4 walls of Harris Teeter and still got in 1.5 miles.
Lots of mumblechatter that made for some laughs, especially about Toby being deposited in a field by the mafia vs depositing things elsewhere that morning.
You miss some good mumblechatter when you’re counting cadence and also hard of hearing. Fill me in on the mafia comments next time I see you.