Last night I had a dream that I was Rocky and it was Rocky IV and I was getting ready to drive to Russia with Paulie in a green and white Lamborghini to go fight Ivan Drago.
That said, I woke up this morning and for some reason felt compelled to put myself on the scale. I was a little curious, considering that I haven’t worked out now in weeks, and have basically done nothing but eat and drink too much and shovel snow and play Nintendo since Thanksgiving and get fatter.
So without getting into specifics, we’ll just leave it at this – I haven’t weighed this much in over 6 months. The Rocky dream is obviously a mandate from my subconscious – get into shape now or be crushed by the Soviets.
chasing 1:20 
Is this the entry you were talking about on Friday? If so, I’m a little underwhelmed….no offense 🙂
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