This morning I did a killer work out at my gym boot camp. Even though I had zero energy left to burn, I for some reason thought it would be a good idea to drop my car off at the car wash and go for a run in the 100 degree heat. I wanted to stop by at the Legacy House and visit my grandpa on the way back from my run. I didn't make it nearly as far as I planned on running. The chills set in and I knew that was a heat exhaustion sign so I thought it would be wise to turn around and head back. I somehow made it to the Legacy House and then gulped down all the water I could from their drinking fountain.
Poor grandpa had to sit by a sweaty, half-dead girl, but I think he still enjoyed the company. He doesn't know who I am when I come visit, but he's always happy for visitors. Everyone at the Legacy House says Spencer is their favorite person who stays there. He's always so cheerful and has the best sense of humor. He loves his wife more than I've ever seen a spouse love their partner. Love you Grandpa! :)
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