Thursday, April 9, 2009


Had a rough workout today - Mr. Filipino really kicked my ass. One sequence, he wanted me to do crunches on an exercise ball. I couldn't even balance my ass on the damn thing, never mind get my feet up.

We did boxing. Felt great. I wanted to go straight for his head. I did well - went hard, hit hard, and grunted like my life depended on it. Mr. Filipino asked if I kick-boxed before. Either that or I was in a lot of fights. Nice. What can I say, I'm a brawler.

Made the decision to go for a year of personal training. That's $1663. A lot of money, yes. I'm going to really have to tighten the belt, but it'll be worth it. I've spent that amount of money on wine without a second thought, and this is for a much more noble cause. I'm investing in my health, which I've realized is probably pretty important to enjoy my wine.

I'm not afraid of committment. Going for the big guns and 8-pack!

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