We're back again for another competition. Which frat fatty will lose the most fat?
Tonight I went to do the stairs on 187th Street. I thought I would die. Exercising in the cold sucks! When you're sucking in that cold air, your lungs want to refuse the cold invasion, but your body is desperately SCREAMING for oxygen.
I met up with Roach and Fido, and we barely squeezed out three sets. That's SO bad compared to doing about twice that towards the end of TBL1.
We're supposed to meet up again on Tuesday. When I typed that, my legs screamed a little. I'm already scared.