Will at the Gym

Despite some nagging foot issues, gym time is going great, 3 or 4 times a week, cardio, weights, the whole bag.

It feels more or less like this:

Actually, AC/DC usually gets us through the treadmill, Runaway Train, followed by Let there be Rock, followed by Highway to Hell, followed by Shoot to Thrill - all live.

Oh the combat sequences we've dreamed up during Shoot to Thrill's  finger picking interlude.*

Angus always said this was supposed to sound like an old west shootout...we see columns of tanks advancing out of the woods, Apache attack helicopters getting into position.

And if you don't think we're drawing eyes at the gym, well, you don't know Will Stroock and you don't know women.

We have no doubt that the cute 25ish woman on the treadmill is not trying to be noticed in the halter top and shiny leggings. None what-so-ever.

Masculinity is noticing at 30 feet.

Masculinity is also turning your head when she drops her keys right in front of your rowing machine and you don't want to make her feel uncomfortable when she stoops down to pick them up.

*Begins at 3:30, Motherfuckers.