Freak you really dated yourself with those pants
what was that late eighties, early nineties? Nice intensity, gotta luv pushing the iron around!
Haha! You're right! Probably around 1991 or 92. Now I train in scrub pants and what's left of my old sweatshirts (T Michael's, mostly, with lots of holes in them. I have to continually tell my wife not to toss them in the trash).