Dress the Part

If you’re going to be a bone-crunching fitness machine, the first step is dressing the part. If you’re going to be a boxing champion, you don a gray sweatsuit, black stocking cap, and go around Philadelphia punching carcasses at the butcher shop and running up all the stairs you can find.  Before you know it, there’s a statue dedicated to you, even if you were only a fictional character.  (Time to re-watch Rocky for inspiration?)  We’re 24 already- it’s about time for a statue in our honor.

Ellen and I put on our toughest outfits.

Take a lesson ferocity from a trained master. Purple sunglasses, step one.

Patterned leggings and a side-tied t-shirt, steps 2 and 3.  Ellen wrote the book on tough.

Want to look like a rabid, won’t-take-no-for-an-answer jungle cat?  Lift a tire that’s full of water.  Hurling it, optional.

Also, wear as many colors as possible as an intimidation tactic.

GIT IT.

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