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| That's me on the left, all innocent and stuff. |
I got home after work and felt awesome. Cooked the dinner, cleaned up, got my workout in and then got handed a piece of dessert from my 9 year old.
I'm not exactly sure what it was ... but honestly ... when a 9 year old hands you something and says "daddy, I mde this for you. I love you." .... you eat it, right?
Yeah, I ate it. Shut up, you would too.
And so ... yeah, technicolour yawns at the moment. Out of both ends.
What did I get done as a work out before the apple was handed to me? Weighted walk for 4k.
It was as I was walking in the door from that walk that I was handed the poisoned apple.
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