Day Three

Note: This is the day I woke up hurting like a mofo. I could barely walk up the stairs to my office. All I can say is that if I don't see results in 90 days, I will personally hunt down the creator of this madness and punch him in the face....amongst other things. And good luck getting down the stairs after work. I'll be sliding down the banister.

Arms: Jeff decided that I needed some motivation at this point. Apparently that came in the form of a scene from the movie Rocky Balboa. He puts in the disc and I'm expecting some air punches, but no, it's old Rocky giving his grown son a pep talk. Not motivating at all. He could at least have put in Rocky IV where he's training to give the Russian a beat down. Is that the right Rocky? I really hate working the arms out, but I'd love to have defined muscles so I'll have to suck it up.

Another note: I promised my friends that I would have someone video me sliding down the banister to go home that day. Alas, no one was here to witness my trek down. It was really more of a lean and slide than a straddle. The banister is up to my shoulders, which would have required a level of calisthenics I was incapable of doing.