This morning when I got to work, I peeked in the food place (I amost always get a muffin before I go up to my desk), but the line was pretty long. So I decided to go on up to my desk and come back downstairs later to get some food.
As I was sitting at my desk, a coworker came up and said, "There's free breakfast downstairs." Their cash register broke, so they were just giving away food. So I went downstairs and got free breakfast. I felt like a VIP or some-ting.
Here's a superbowl reflection: Mick Jagger has the body of an underdeveloped preteen girl. Old men should not wear belly shirts and shake their rear ends like that. I was afraid he was about to throw his hip out.
It's week three of "jog until you want to die". This week the schedule is jog 3 minutes, walk 2 minutes. Six sets. Three times a week. It really hasn't been too too bad yet except my knees hurt. I think I just need to take some advil.
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