Huge

After skipping out on visits to the gym for the past, oh, two months, I finally got off my TV-watching recliner for some exercise.

Some time ago, I downloaded the workout DVDs for P90X, the loud infomercial screamer videos that basically scare you into getting into shape. Then, I promptly ignored them until last night.

The first video is an hour-long arms and back workout. And granted, I the “X” in P90X stands for extreme, but I wasn’t quite ready for 10 million pushups in the first 40 minutes. Yikes. Brutally sore today.

At work, I told someone about the different options for the workouts, which allow you to choose how vigorous of a program you want to follow. Basically, there’s one for “maintaining fitness” and another for “tearing off the sleeves of all your shirts.”

Then I got home and looked in the mirror.

Brilliantly timed coincidence or proof that P90X makes people stronger than the Incredible Hulk on Day 1?

You decide while I drink my creatine shake.