It's my sweeties birthday.My boyfriend, being the mayor of the town (that's a joke), the street already bought him a festival sized birthday cake. Today, for his birthday, I'm going to grant his biggest nag, um wish, by surprising him at the gym he works at by me actually working out.
I've been running mostly b/c I love to run. Unfortunately, it really isn't cutting it, and I think it's about time to kick in my anabolic hormones, at least that what my boyfriend wants me to do. He's always going on and on about increasing my testosterone and growth hormone levels. Yes, I think he is the only male nag alive.
My little lovable nag!
Anyway, while I'm at it, I'll print out some charts for the related exercise kinesiology and get some studying in for the exam while I workout.
It's really for him,
I think.