One of my travel goals was to reach the ultimate level of fitness a man can possibly dream of, but with keeping a very descent layer of chest hair. I named it the 'Hoff level' after the illustrator of perfection that is Mitch Buckanon !
Running everyday on the beach happened to be quite boring and that bloody sand is way to hot to step on it anyway. So I must admit that my style of beach jogging rapidly became more some sort of 'Aldo Maccione' Style crawling from one beach bar to the other.
As long as I control a bit my beer consumption... I should avoid the worst...
WHY I MIGHT GO INSANE SOON.
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