Stay posted for news on my emerging six pack. Sadly, it's currently buried but if I push an inch or two into my stomach I can feel it. Don't worry little six pack. I'ma coming to getcha!
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
E is for Effort to Make My Best Better
I've worked out with weights for two days in a row now. My faulty knees, which I'm kinda proud of because I can't believe I'm active enough to mess up my knees, are spurring me into some training for ski season. Midway through my exercises I thought my neck was paralyzed at an extremely awkward angle. It's not. The magazine I was following told me to do the routine twice and I could only do it once before my urge to nap overwhelmed all motivation. After laying on the ground for a few minutes and watching my new heart monitor drop rapidly below my fat burning zone, I said, "Body! Hells no! We are not going out like this!" I got up, had a neck spasm and decided to stretch. Half a workout is better than zero workout.