My trainer Chris G. kicked my ass today. As always, it was a fun workout with him. I told him that we were going to a kiddie birthday party in the afternoon, and Chris G. drew a chart co-relating the decibel level of screaming kids to the drunkenness of the parents.

At the end of our workout, Chris G. gave me a nice surprise, a gift certificate to a restaurant that he tried and recommended. He’s a super swell guy, isn’t he?

You know those douchebags who grunt a lot when they workout? Turns out I’m one of those douchebags because apparently I grunt a lot when I’m working out. Busy daddy said he could hear me grunting from the other side of the gym. Thank you Chris G. for the gift and for not making fun of me.

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