Facing the challenge of getting my ass out the door 7 days a week, 365 days a year.
What? Despite being totally down with the whole train-eat-sleep cycle, I truly believe that inside me is trapped a poor, innocent sloth, transported from the warm and sunny shores of Australia into the body of a workaholic overachiever who spends most of the year freezing her ass off in Canada.
I run, I train, I eat clean and I also spend an inordinate amount of time on the internet. And watching TV. Expect to read about all of the above, as well as complaints about work and lack of a social life. Since somehow train-eat-watch TV-sleep is feasible, but train-eat-watch TV-social life-sleep is just too much to ask.
Cheers!
