Re: The Locker Room: All Danny, All The Time
Welcome lilbluewitch and dylan
I have a Danny related story which is filled with sweating, moaning, groaning, and sore muscles the next day.
Every Saturday morning, no matter what, I attend kickboxing at 8 am. This week’s class focuses on abs and push-ups (how I hate push-ups). So there I am on the floor doing a set of four pushups, rollover 4 crunches, rollover 4 pushups, rollover 4 full sit-ups. Now somewhere around repetition 8 I simply lay on my stomach with my head down, but when I finally look up there is Danny squatting in front of me. I think to myself, you must look like shit right now. This is illogical for several reasons, but the most illogical of all is that Danny is pretend! Only after my abs stop screaming that I am a tremendous whore do I realize that it is a t-shirt of one of the promo shots. The moral of my story is that seven bottles of Dos Equis a 5 am bedtime and an 8 am kickboxing class is just a bad idea!
Ali