I don't want to sound like a crazy person who is having delusions of grandeur. For delusions of grandeur watch Terminator: the Sarah Connors Chronicles, starring the sexily robotic Summer Glau as Cameron the Terminator with the heart of gold ... Err titanium her heart is double reinforced titanium. But I digress.
A few weeks ago I read Men's Health and got a fat burning workout plan. It was kind of hard, but I bruised my neck really badly when I was doing squats. It was like I was punched in the back of the neck. It hurt and there was a visible bruise for over a week.
Last night I tried these weighted lunges, it was supposed to strengthen legs and back. So I am doing the lunges, thankfully I didn't go and pick up heavier dumbbells to try to impress that smokin hot Asian girl with the short shorts on. Seriously they were just longer than briefs.
Are people not supposed to look at her ass?
Not wanting to sound like a perv, but you accentuate what you want people to look at when you get dressed. I don't think she wanted to wear big baggy sweats and only found a tiny pair of short shorts. I know if my arms were bigger you'd never see me at the gym with a shirt that doesn't show off the guns. But I digress.
After I finished the lunges, I did some ab work and then my legs seized up. Imagine having a charlie horse on the front and back muscles of both of your legs at the same time. I tried to stretch it out. But it didn't help. So I went home slathered in Ben Gay and took a warm shower. It helped a little bit, and sleeping didn't hurt, but I'm not looking forward to getting into the White Plains station after sitting on this train for 35 minutes.
So in short, Men's Health Magazine is trying to take me out!