Robert
Noelle’s “souvenir” was now proudly on display in my hotel room. The antler sat on the desk next to my laptop in all its gory glory, and my son insisted it remain there.
I woke up at a quarter to five, pulled on my gym shorts, and snuck down to use the gym while my son was still sleeping. I expected to find it dark and cold as I had previously, but this time the lights were on and pop music was playing from the speakers.
Noelle had beat me to it. I was a bit surprised that she had returned for round two. I figured she was like 90% of the people who set fitness goals for new years. She would show up once or twice, and then abandon it.
It’s was only her second day, so she still might.
She was apparently working on leg day, as she was laying on her back with an impressive stack o
