Friday, June 11, 2010
A Quick Anecdote
I went to the gym on Wednesday night, as I always do when I'm in town, to work out with my trainer, Alan. He said, "Today we're working on arms" and I moaned. How was I to tell him I was sore and tender from the fingertip to my shoulder on my right arm? Gardening? A little too much self-pleasure? Instead, I just decided to grit my teeth and work through it, though at one point he looked at me and said, "Man, you are a wimp tonight!" Is this Top Drop?