Here's the situation. Apparently there must have been some rupture in the Space Time contiuum that prevented me from making the bus this morning. All of the clocks (including the one on the satellite receiver) said I was on time, and yet....no bus. No bus means no Crossfit, which means unhappy Magoo.
To add to the fun, today was the office potluck, which totally screwed any chance of PT this afternoon 'cause I had a few taskers to close out. Stephen Hawking better f@#$in' fix the univers so I can workout. Gonna try to do some kind of bodyweight and kettlebell drills later tonight.
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