Let’s rip off the Band-Aid… and maybe the buttons off my jeans. Right. It’s time. No more pretending I’m just… READ MORE
Rocky: “Tomorrow. Let’s do it tomorrow.”
Apollo: “There is no tomorrow! There is no tomorrow! There is no tomorrow!”
(Unless leg day’s involved, then maybe Tuesday. Scott)
This is The Fit Rebuild — where I try to go from “can’t lift a kettle without wheezing” to “fit enough to move house without calling an ambulance.” July’s the deadline. Pray for my hamstrings.