Los Angeles, California
I have to admit it’s been a tough week. First, I found out my 2 for 1 Whopper coupon expired late Sunday night (This was Monday at 8am when I pulled up to the window to pay for my breakfast). Then, I hear my alternative health guru had his radio show taken off the air in LA. So there I am getting all black cloud, and I get inspired to go to the YMCA. Exercise is always a real mood booster I hear. But I often sloth around the gym with extreme reluctance. I will have my NBA fantasies and shoot some hoops, and then sort of hit the weights. I always get the idea that I will be more diligent at the gym tomorrow. At that point I end up cooking in the sauna for an hour until an old man carries me out by my armpits.
But this time my visit to the Hollywood YMCA proved to be muy monster. I pulled in to park and there she was: Sick off white beauty with no visible damage. I got excited and snapped a photo while being honked at by an angry Yoga instructor. Needles to say it looks like I won in the end. This was my fourth dumper of the day. I was all over LA in my pony this morning. I drove to the deep valley, then deownteown, and then what I did was…. Well, you get the picture. By far, this was the best BD I saw all day. And my workout was stellar too. I went hard on the treadmill and almost threw up. You could say I was out of practice.
