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Guys?

I'm about two hours away of starting six hours of fitness classes in support of breast health.

That means I'm about eight hours away from actually meeting Richard Simmons. Yes - I'll get pictures.

That means I'm about eight-and-a-half hours away from praying for the sweet release of death.

Luckily, I've come up with a master plan. Instead of killing myself trying to do all the fitnessy junk that will be both challenging and embarrassing for me, I'm just going to do this routine on a constant loop all day long.


Stick to what you're good at, right?