Let me confess something up front: I love a good vodka martini. Especially when my friend Randy makes it—shaken, not stirred. They’re perfect. Over the years, we’ve had plenty of them. These days, it’s fewer drinks and more memories, but one or two? Still worth it.
But here’s the deal: The drink doesn’t stop the discipline. I still get up the next mornin…
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