My legs will not like me tomorrow.
Nor will my abs. Upper body muscles in general will address me with a certain malaise.
I got up early, albeit tired, and – with a certain degree of resignation – I went to the KnuckleUp Fitness gym on Roswell Road. I used to have a gym membership at their Midtown location two years or so ago. That gym closed down a while ago, but it was close to my office at the time. Convenience, people: it’s not a bad thing.
Fast-forward to my new job at Tribe. New gig equals new digs, digs that happen to be two exits from KnuckleUp. Sweet.
So I guess I have no excuse not to go. So I did. Last Friday. Then today with an old friend. She dug it, so looks like we’ll be kicking boxes come this Friday, too.
I think I’ll keep kicking and sucking wind.