Tag: deep thoughts

I went to the gym the last two nights after work (insert BEEFCAKE references) for the first time in (let’s be honest nice) years. There are no particular fitness goals here other than trying to offset weekends of debauchery with some amount of good, or maybe I’m just making sure I can still run a mile for the first time since high school (pfft). Either way, at what point do you stop feeling like you just got jumped by some dude with a crowbar while leaving the Packard Plant after a full night of partying for the last $2 in your wallet? A week? Two weeks? If this keeps up I’m going to need to borrow bus money home from someone, anyone…