I worked out this week with my friend Mary & her gorgeous daughter Rachel.
Want to be intimidated? Work out with a 15 year old.
I told her that she must continue to work out regularly for the rest of her life. Or she'd find herself size 24 and 44 years old writing a blog about how hard it is to do push ups.
Mary (her mom, my friend) is not a size 24. I think she's an 8 now. She's strong.
And when you are a strong size 8, guess what?
Victor makes you clap between push ups. He makes you take 2 stairs at a time in the pit. He makes you do burpees.
And that? Is one reason why fat is a gift.
I am going to make a Starbucks run for something yummy.
Because I know Victor will make me pay for this post.
Love you Vic! See you 3pmish, 'kay?