It was eight o'clock, early on a Tuesday morning. I didn't get too much sleep last night, as I was up until four in the morning. Don't get me wrong, I can deal with only four and a half hours of sleep. I just prefer getting more then that. I was up late with Kyle watching the Sony press conference which I missed earlier in the day. We had been at the park running some mileage to work on Kyle's stamina a little bit. I had been a few years since he was in the ring. I didn't think it would take him much time to get back into shape.

Man, I never realized how out of shape I've gotten the last few years. How did you get back into shape?

I ate McDonald's and drank Red Bull.

You hate Red Bull.

I taste like liquified pixie stix. I would rather drink flat Dr. Pepper...and I hate Dr. Pepper.

Seriously?

Nothing really. All I did was ran two miles in the morning, went jogging for an hour in the evening. I also ate McDonald's.

Really? You ate McDonald's every day?

No, not every day, but it was in there a few times. So have you heard back yet?

Not yet, but I should hear something soon.

Well let's finish this jog. I want a Big Mac.

Really?

I'm paying.

Oh well shit, lets go.

Kyle darts off, as I bring up the rear, heading towards the the far end of the trail. I guess he wants his Mighty Kids meal...