Yesterday I asked Andrew to be my personal trainer, which may or may not be a good thing in our relationship. But, nevertheless, he's in charge of getting me into shape, or as I sometimes refer to as, "Just make me look like Jennifer Aniston but let's split a Snickers bar?"
So we got in the car tonight and we went to the number one gym in the Shenandoah Valley, L's Fitness Center.
Our friend Luke has a workout room above his barn. And Luke's a pretty great person to be around in general, even when you are tired and sweating in a tiny room. So you can see how much of a great guy he must be if I can still want to be around him.
I have faith in L's Fitness Center.