Cross Training


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Michelle said…
Awesome Video! Nice Job. I have to ask what's up with the hat? Are you afraid Tony Horton would be jealous of your locks?

Hope you are well!!! Looks like you are following that dream!

M
February 24, 2013 at 9:21 PM
Michelle said…
I am doing them, and I have some work to do!
March 1, 2013 at 8:41 PM
Andrew Fast said…
Just imagine Tony H is shouting in your face as you work through the last side plank/hip abd: "Bring it!"

"You gotta bring it!"

"Let's go, here we go--do your best and forget the rest."

The hat helps keep the sun out of my eyes; it's sunny a lot in Woodinville.

I miss you.
March 2, 2013 at 5:34 AM
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