There’s no arguing with the whiteboard. It is, after all, an inanimate object that by definition can not argue. It simply speaks (by being written on) and we obey. It’s through this kind of logic that we ended up running in the snow today. Or maybe zombies were chasing us.
Because Zombies are Chasing You
Front Squat (135/95)
Followed immediately by a 500 meter run.
Check the whiteboard to see if the zombies got anyone.