Yesterday I left work feeling like a wet dishrag. Got home, BWSS made some nice chicken parm that I partook in. Then YSSS wanted to go to gym. Since he's 16 and has no DL that means I go too. Now I go 5-6 days a week so it wasn't some unexpected trip. But I could have just as easily rested. But went I did. International Chest Day is Monday if you don't know; but I grinded and grinded and next thing you know it's 7:30pm and we've been here 90 minutes. Time to go. I did feel a little better. Weird.
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