Just poured myself a nice tall cold one and went to lift it from the counter...and couldn't. Dead weight, and it startled the heck out of me.
Nothing like bicep day at the gym.

Two Saturdays ago I sat down to work on the computer awhile and couldn't stand back up. Yep, quads day. And lets not forget tomorrow (shoulders) when I have to prop my elbow up on the shower stall wall so that I can raise my arm high enough to shave my head.
I've been working at this form of masochism now for about six weeks, and love watching the progression in my daily log book. However, the humor of my paying someone money to allow me to abuse my body in rotating groups doesn't escape me.
For those of you who are considering hitting the gym again after the first of the year I have two words for you that will help your success greatly: workout partner. It's kept me going, and I owe him plenty for helping out.
Now if I only had one of those long crazy straws so I didn't have to lift this glass.