Hey, hey, everybody. Brock here. Ben's off in Spain doing a triathlon, so he's not here today,

but he and his wife recorded a special video for you. And if you go over to BenGreenfieldFitness.com,

you can watch it there. Well, today it's chock full of really good healthy travel tips,

and I think you'll learn a lot from it. And just so this podcast doesn't turn into a complete

waste of time for you, I'm going to throw in one of my rocking tunes that my band recorded a few

years ago. It'll get you through at least a few minutes of your workout. So listen on,

if you like goofy music, and make sure to visit BenGreenfieldFitness.com so you can see that video

that Ben and his wife, Jess, have made for you. Have an awesome week, everybody.

Stay back to poorly lit and the riders the pits. Police cerebral rerun say this might be a mistake.

I could talk to my friends and see what they say, but all of them are single and have been for years.

Shaded and deflated, not one freshly dated. I would be insane to take it by sorts of fears.

At least seven times before, I've returned to toothbrush. I tell myself this time,

it's for good. I regret to inform you, I regret to inform you,

I regret to inform you, it's gone, but it's not.

So there were no exclusives and words to not fly,

because last time in this summer like the three times before,

there's nary an excuse that has not been a me goose. She serves on my window then glides up my door.

Should have kept my mouth shut and not told the soul,

but me and my lips sink the whole damn fleet. I tell all my friends that this is the end.

I even picked her hair off my passenger seat.

This better be the last freaking time, because I tell you I can't do this again.

I regret to inform you, I regret to inform you, I regret to inform you,

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