Bravo, Quitter. Bravo.

Friday, February 27th, 2009

No, I didn’t have a note card in hand, although I definitely thought about it. Instead, I walked through the door silently mouthing like a crazy person, “I need to quit the gym. I need to quit the gym. I. Need. To. Quit. The. Gym. ” In my mind, a debate was raging.  What if [...]