Yesterday, I had the toughest workout yet during the Nautilus 6 Week Challenge. Mr. Machine (the actual equipment not my trainer) whooped my butt -- literally. I dragged my sweaty and exhausted carcass out to the car to retrieve my clothes. I had a meeting a few hours later and to drive home 40 minutes and then another 40 to the office was not the best option. But when I got to the car, my clothes weren't there. They were still sitting in a neat little pile, complete with accessories, on the steps by the front door.
Now what do I do?
Before I reveal my course of action, I want to know -- what would YOU do? Take the poll or comment below. I'll reveal my choice tomorrow!
