Today's challenge--the Total Gym.
I had no idea how much I could hate Chuck Norris, but it would seem my loathing has no limits.
He whips this torture tool around like it is the easiest thing in the world. From watching him, you would think that you get a great shape and lots of muscles without any real effort. Oh those marketing scum...lies, lies--such lies their almost...well, statistics.
I've had this stupid thing for a while now--virtually unused. I has lived in different rooms (or parts of rooms) for a couple years. After the basement flood and re-carpet, it was moved down there. There it has sat, set-up and ready for use--unused--until today.
Last night I got it and me ready. I went downstairs with da' boys and cleaned out around it. All the while both my boys wanted desperately to play on the "cool slide thing". I don't know which I dis-liked the most, their eagerness or my hesitation. I cleaned it off, and cleared the area around it. I also got out the exercise guide and familiarized myself with the "getting started" workout routine.
This morning at 5:40 I had mounted the beast, prepared for combat--I lost. The suggested routine was scheduled for 20 minutes and I took just a bit under that. By the time I stretched and moaned, I was back upstairs in time to wake up A.
Even as I type this my muscles are killing me. I know the names of most of the major muscle groups, but I have no idea the names for the source of the majority of my different burning sensations.
Oh, I'll be back, and I will slay the beast, but first I have to recover...there is a time for all things, and its time will come. I shall not be defeated. Oh, one more thing: You better watch out Chuck, I'm working my way toward you.
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