I had the brilliant notion to join a friend for his regular gym workout on Saturday. It was pecs, triceps and abs day.
The fact that I can no longer lift my arms above stomach level is a decent indication that I went a tad too far in my first weight workout in years. The fact that I can no longer wear pullover shirts, style my hair or carry a stapler without fits of whimpering is a constant reality check that one should take these things slowly. Putting on clothing brings me near tears and I'm faced with the same problem when it comes time to take them off at night. I'm seriously considering just wearing this set of clothes for the rest of the week.
With such a kick ass, tough-as-nails workout I'd feel like a total stud if I weren't spending so much time whining like a girl.
| April 20, 2005 10:44am | 
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Lynne | April 21, 2005 2:38PM
As I have said on numerous occasions, I DO love your devine wit and sarcastic charm! I had tears of joy reading this little diatribe! Damon, thank you for brightening my day!
Jay | June 7, 2005 8:27AM