I had been lo0king for another opportunity to stair-climb my way to glory, and boy did I get it: European airports are like an M.C. Escher painting. Got such a good a calf workout I decided to sleep all afternoon. (Well, maybe the cross-Atlantic flight was a factor too.)
Now that I'm home again it's time to start training for real. It's not like there's much else to do here anyway. The only advantage to my Teutonic abode is the weather: Germany is so frigid cold and covered in snow right now, it's perfect for some Rocky IV-style outdoor training action.
I wonder how to say "giant saw" auf Deutsch.
Well, whatever works right?
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