A friend of mine contacted me last week.
He wanted to hook up for lunch but I wasn’t
Because when you do a big meal in the middle
of the day, the day is done.
And lunch is boring anyway.
But I came up with another plan because I know
this guy is usually up for a good time…
Back in the day we used to work the midnight shift
together as process servers…
Handing out court papers to people who didn’t
want to be served court papers.
I won’t get into details, but I will tell you this…
If you ever want someone to open their front door
fast, lay into the doorbell at 4 am in the morning.
Anyway, I told him we could hook up as long as
the focus wasn’t entirely on food.
I suggested we go for a swim first and then eat a
little something later.
Now you already know that working out with someone
is more fun than going solo, right?
But you may not know that a little competition can send
that fun factor into overdrive.
So I threw a little competition into our mix….
I tossed my shirt down on the deck just before the
halfway mark of the pool.
And told him I wouldn’t start swimming until he hit the shirt.
And if he beat me once lunch was on me.
I underestimated my friend, because he hit the wall before
I did 8 out of 8 times.
But I didn’t care because I had one of the best workouts
I’d had in months.
When we finally went to eat, a funny thing happened. My
friend couldn’t stop talking.
This put a smile on my face because he’s not normally
the talking type.
But because of our brief HIT session he’d just been injected
with a massive dose of hormones…
And his growth hormone levels we’re at LEAST four hundred
percent above baseline.
And when you’ve got that much juice running through your
veins, you’ve got plenty to talk about.
Anyway, he emailed me the next day and said he wants to
do it again sometime.
He’s tasted the juice. And wants some more. And I don’t
blame him one bit.