Today wasn't as I'd planned. My plan was to sleep in, then go to the gym.
What really happened... My family from Carlisle, my parents and I all met at my Grampa's old house. He finally sold it. So my "workout" consisted of running 3 flights of stairs consistently, chasing down a 2 and half year old, hack sawing scrap metal, lugging scrap metal out of basement into truck, prepping sandwiches and snacks for Grampa (he was supervising of course!), putting out about a million bags of trash (okay maybe not quite a million), and then making it home to crash onto my couch...
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