Apparently it’s the end of summer and I have no idea where the time went. None. For the record I have spent the last few weeks celebrating stuff, reading (rocking the Game of Thrones series right now - all 6.2 thousand pages!), watching a ton of movies and not admitting my addiction to Plants vs Zombies (freakin game - could have written a novel in the amount of time I have spent killing little happy zombies! I am such a loser. I know).
I will have to confess that in my quest to get my fat ass back on the road and into my running shoes again I have started the P90X Massive, Muscle Meltdown. My driving force behind this is to not create registered earthquakes when I hit the streets running (people around here are a little earthquake sensitive) and to not put pressure on the aging, running injured knees. Think 747 with a Cessna landing. Ouch. Every time I pop one of the DVDs in and finish the crazy work out I literally run to the mirror to see if I look like one of the ripped, fit chicks working out with Tony (Mr. No Body Fat). So far, after a few days, no change. Just really, really freakin sore. Can’t walk down the stairs, get outta bed or lift my arms sore. Epic soreness. What do they say: No pain, no gain (baby). No I will not be chronicling my workouts like some of those insane steroid monkeys do on their Facebook pages ("just going to crush my abs, just leaving to the gym to ruin my quads") I mean seriously if they spent less time on Facebook writing about their workouts they might have more time to look in the mirror and realize they look ridiculous! No really dude. Put your arms down. I dare ya!
