In June I'll be 40. And assuming I don't drop dead from the workout, I'll be in the best shape of my life when I'm done. Here's the story.
My wife is hot. That's a given. She's a year younger than me and looks a decade. She's always been gorgeous, and likely will always be gorgeous.
My son is built like a brick shit house. It comes from almost a solid decade of being pretty damned serious about playing ice hockey. In fact, he's in better shape than I ever was in high school. He puts in the effort to look good. I was too busy partying to give a frog's fat ass.
Speaking of fat asses, I heard about the 300 Workout from He Who's Stink Don't Stank, and finally decided to look it up, as 6 months of fairly regular (well, there for a while) trips to the gym for 30 minutes on the cross trainer gave me more energy, but hadn't impacted the ol' bod one iota.
Enter this video. Watch it to the end. Hey, I'm no early-20s Filipino, but dammit, I'm willing to give that a shot. And it may be one of those "results not typical" things. There's more to it than exercise, I know.
It started today. NJ has done it since Wednesday and is acting as personal trainer to The Lovely Wife and me. This. Workout. Kills. Ugh. Surprised I have the energy to type. Must get beer. And the will to do it again tomorrow.
Photographic before and after evidence will be provide -- yes, for both of us you pervs -- at the successful end of the regiment. Six weeks. Mark your calendars. That is all. And no, that's not me. Close, but less facial hair.