Monday seems like a dull mist on the horizon (the one behind you that you don't see because you are usually looking to the horizon that refers to the future).
There was more rain, more time spent at the house, more fun, but less adventure.
Jose came over in the late afternoon and I made sandwhiches for the guys as we prepared to sit down and have one of the most "American" experiences of my life. My first viewing of Rocky. Zach saw it very fitting to have sandwiches during the movie, since a good ole ham sandwhich with chips is what he calls the "American meal."
We were all pretty pepped after the movie. Zach pumped out his push-ups (we are doing the 100 push ups program) and after he was done Jose asked for Zach to make him a workout that would give him muscles like Zach (okay, that's not exactly what he said, but the gist is there). Jose sat with a pen and paper and Zach began to describe (and sometimes demonstrate) various upper body and lower body lifts. About halfway through the upper body workout Zach was formulating, Jose gave a "Whew" (the kind where someone usually wipes sweat from their brow) and said "okay, you can stop, im tired already." Zach didn't stop, but continued for a good 30 minutes. Needless to say, Jose has more choices of lifts and exercises than he probably wants.
It was late when we finished talking, about working out, eating, life, family, the works. Jose headed home in the rain and we settled in for the night.
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