Tonight, I did HIIT up and down the hill by my house until my legs felt like they were about explode, and then I went to the track, which was bad ass in its own right. There were bats flying overhead. I skipped rope and then did a stretching session for about half an hour. Also, I practiced kip-ups on the grass, which made me wet.
George will be back for Thanksgiving. I intend to "give" him "thanks" by kicking him in the head. I never even eat with any family or anything anyways, so that should be a great day for training. The streets will be empty.