No Expectations: No Pain, No Blog.

When I started this blog, I really didn't want it to turn into one of those whiny, cliche-ridden rants about how hard these workouts are, I can't believe how much pain I'm in, why did I ever agree to do this, yadda, yadda, yadda.

But seriously, I can't move my arms.

My latest workout involved holding 20-pound dumbbells on my shoulders, then jumping up while pushing them over my head.  Then, I had to do some sort of gymnastics move on the rings, pulling my knees up to my elbows.  I was actually able to do them, and I remember being really impressed with myself at the time.

But life has been an adventure ever since.  Even the most rudimentary functions like pulling up my pants have taken on a new dimension.  Showering takes twice as long as it used to.  I'm glad I don't have much hair, as I can really only toss the shampoo in the general direction of my head.

And for some reason, everything weighs ten times as much as it used to.  I can't pick anything up anymore.   If I have to reach for something, I pretty much decide it wasn't that important anyway, I can get it later when I'm closer to it.

I'm not even going to go into the difficulties I'm having in the bathroom.  This is a family blog, and I have a feeling it wouldn't get past the editor, anyway.

But like I said, this isn't going to be one those whiny blogs where I complain all the time about how much pain I'm in...