Hardbody Geeks: Arms? Yes please.

Muddy and I talked about oh, ten times today. We compared notes on how we were feeling and so on. He's obviously going to tell you his story, but lets just say he's still a hurtin' puppy (pun very much intended). During our multiple conversations we kept talking about how we had to do yoga today, so when I got home I unrolled the mat, grabbed my various yoga paraphernalia, and prepared myself for 90 minutes of grunting, groaning, and places on my body hurting that I didn't know could hurt.

Right before I started crying with both legs stuck behind my head I checked my ol' P90X bible just to see what was in store for tomorrow and to my surprise yoga is actually on the schedule tomorrow. I very dramatically pumped my arms in the air and yelled, "YES!" and put away all my yoga stuff. Today I was going to be working ARMS!

Arms, arms, arms. The "Glory Muscles" as Tony Horton describes them. It's only been three days and I think I'm ready to put my fist through his face. Don't get me wrong, the workouts are great, but there's only one word to describe him - douche. Alright, maybe that's a bit harsh (but barely). I don't know him and obviously his job is to entertain the folks at home. However, watching his "perfection brotha" or his reverse DX salute does invoke a guttural, aggressive response from me. I just can't imagine suffering through 87 more days of him. Thank god you have the option of just getting the workout cues and turning off most of the sound. Once I'm a little more comfortable with the workouts overall Tony will definitely be getting a muzzle. And for those of you that were wondering, that fine specimen to the right (otherwise known as a complete and utter freak of chemically-induced nature) is the guy from "The Man Whose Arms Exploded" (definitely check out the YouTube video of him).

As for the workout today, it wasn't half bad. For the first time since doing these workouts (technically it's my 7th workout since I tried them before) I actually didn't feel like a complete bag of shit. The workout today was almost completely with weights, so it's just a matter of increasing the weight as I move forward. I was probably a little conservative, but I was spending a lot of time fumbling with the Powerblocks and trying to remember what all of the exercises were. As I get more familiar with the exercises I'll start to build up my mental spreadsheet of what my weights are - right now I just have to guess, get it wrong, pause the DVD, try a different weight... then rinse and repeat. Regardless of how long I took or how light I went I'm still going to be sore tomorrow - I can already feel it.

Today was also an Ab Ripper X workout, or what I refer to as the "If I Don't Have An 8-Pack From This Shit I'm Going to Kill Someone" workout (yes, that is Jack the Ripper. Ab Ripper to Jack the Ripper... you see the connection, right?). My hip flexors have taken the brunt of the soreness from these workouts because of the selection of exercises. It's good because I need the flexibility but bad since your hip flexors are needed for everything - standing up, sitting down, and apparently just living - it sucks. I absolutely can't keep up with the folks on the video, so I'm just trying to set a goal for each exercise. For a lot of the exercises I'm up to 16 reps, but towards the end I completely crap out and just lay there until the fire in my abdomen and hips extinguishes.

After going through the posts I do feel as if there's a bit of false advertising on our part on this blog. I went on a whole diatribe about how we're these uber-geeks, but there's been only a few references to geekdom that we've managed to pull out. So in order to give all of you a better idea of what Muddy and I look like during a long night of playing WoW (World of Warcraft for the rest of you and yes... we know it's lame. Don't try and reiterate what everyone else has already told us. Besides, my 70 Blood Elf Paladin rules... plus she has a great rack) I've attached a pic that sums it all up .