Let’s pause for a moment and admire my sweet rhyme in the title. Death Row Records, 2015, baby.
Now check out this picture of the Marottis:
Last week during our Team Training class, I made our little fitness junkies push the Prowler outside… in the rain.
Once the cement in the back gets wet, your feet start to slip and the sled starts “sticking” to the ground.
I guess they all figured, “Hey, I’m sweating anyways,” because I heard no complaints. I’m gleaming with pride, so I wanted to share this with the world.
Indianapolis folk, come be a part of our team. Email me (email@example.com) to get started.
Have a great week!