My BFF. Coco, promised to help me with my work out this weekend, but I could tell by her face that she was surprised by how rusty I was. Never-the-less, she had me working out.

She had me walking at a pretty good clip and insisted Dynamite as the song that would get us over the two mile mark.


It was a beautiful day so fine, she was right! I wasn't prepared for her jumping in to challenge what I eat as well. Here she is looking for some protein. Next time I think I'll just have to tell her that I'm going to the gym and there are no dogs allow. Sorry Coco.

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