Putting hay in the barn

Alright, let’s dive into today’s agenda with a bit of spice and everything nice.

First off, “stashing the hay in the barn.” Sounds like something straight out of a country song, doesn’t it? Snapped this pic during our biking breather last November. Imagine us zipping past landscapes, the camera barely catching up, making it look like we’re breaking the sound barrier. Just wrapped up a core workout session. That’s one in the bag, and oh, just a casual few hundred more to conquer. Yep, just casually “stashing the hay.”

Now, onto bidding adieu to Winter. Is it too early to start waving goodbye? With the mercury hitting 55 degrees, I reckon not. Just hammered out an isolated leg session on the bike. And let me tell you, it’s a world away from the freeze-frame moment captured on my camera a month back. It’s like Winter and I broke up, and I’m now flirting with Spring.

Just finished with a core workout. One workout down hundreds to go. Putting hay in the barn.

On this day in history, ‘Hey Zeph! Want an Action Wipe?‘ I asked, after cleaning the blood from my shin.

— Saved by a Package, 2013