Steve chickened out on our planned run so we went to the gym.
I got bored after a few minutes of Steve's workout so I found an big empty box and climbed onto the roof.
When Steve was ready I swung back down and we did some boxing.
My far superior reach assured I could get in a few good punches.
I got a really good one in just as he was starting up again about that bloody 06 Avon descent, that felt good. In his latest version there was so little water that he had to empty his water bottle in front of the boat every time he wanted to move forward.