36 hours until I'm in the air and 1 more sleep.
I worked really hard at the gym today, 30 minutes on the big E machine, 360 odd calories later and I was off to the shower to get ready for another day of work. J and I are talking about vacations. I tell him BF and I are heading to SA, he and his GF are heading to Cuba on the 3rd. I told him to get out of the all-inclusive rut. I did mention Hawaii but said he may have to get his GF a ring first.
A was at the gym too.. quiet as usual and didnt stick around long, maybe 20 minutes. On my way out, grumpy old dude pushed his way into the change room to pick up his keys that he forgot. It was like he thought we were going to steal his lame truck. J has his own truck and I have my nice SUV. Both newer and nicer than the old dude with the soul patch has ever had.
Old dude used to wear crocs to workout in.
Crocs.
He was spoken to.
Now he wears running shoes.
(In the dudes defence, J wears flip flops to work out in)
I want this shirt...and the abs to go with it. And the tan, even though I know it's bad for me.
Tomorrow I have a plan..gym, oil change, hair, tan last minute packing..limo.