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Race Ya!!
We got up, and it was dark out; the time change struck again! We had our morning coffee and pamplemousse before suiting up for the next 100 minutes of our agony. From the house to the gym is a mere ten minutes of unbriadled anticipation.
Through the door into Peak Performance for a jaw-rattling, bone-crushing experience in the land of torture. I thought someone had breakfast and was eating Rice Krispies until I figured out it was the remains of my skeleton moving between machines.
