I’m fucking awesome. Did I ever tell you that? Probably not, because it’s something that I’ve kept close to my chest – hidden mostly. But those close to me know that it’s impossible to spend more than five minutes with me without being slimed with awesomeness.

Something happened to change my mind recently. I’d always been ashamed of the sticky residue of awesomegoop that I left as a trail, but the scales have been scrubbed from my eyes with wire wool and I’m ready to take on the world.

Why the change? Well I did my weights this evening.

CHECK

ME

OUT!!!!

Woooooooo!

Not just normal weights, oh no. SUPER FUCKING AWESOME weights. Day 23 weights. Lifting things. Oh yes. And pulling things down. Oh and stepping up and down – like a BOSS!

And it was harder.

Bigger heavier weights. Pullier harder bands. Steppier steps. And I rocked them all.

Now get back to whatever not-awesome thing you were doing. I have beer to drink. Awesome beer.