Saturday morning boxing: the many faces of agony.

I found myself looking at the clock way too much this morning praying we were close to being done. I was actually looking forward to ab work because it meant I got to lay on the ground for half a second!

I’m glad I dragged my butt out of bed and went to the 8 am session. It means my workout is not only out of the way for the day, but that I get to enjoy my birthday drinks at Hofbrauhaus tonight knowing I’ve more than earned them.

And I may have to rethink grabbing coffee post workout. The Saturday morning coffee crowd acted like they’d never seen sweat before… Sorry (I’m not sorry) I make you feel lazy.