(*&^ that sadistic &$(*@ son of *^%$#.
I swear, if I get my hands on that *^#$*...
I can't lift my arms. I think that's a good thing. One of my first thoughts was how many regrets I have for letting my fitness slide so much. I remember doing push-ups until I was bored counting. Now an 18 month old could count my push-ups for me.
I don't feel like I'm going to die anymore, so that's a positive thing.
It's about time I've buckled down. I just think of how much this will improve my shooting and I can push through it. That and a little Van Halen in the headphones doesn't hurt.