hambone'd

McBride and I finally made our triumphant return to weightlifting yesterday. Today my body is killing me. Anything that isn't in my lower hemisphere is pretty sore right now. I haven't seriously lifted weights since about 2002, and it sure showed. I couldn't complete my last set on the bench press with 135lbs on the bar. I remember the days when I used to easily work out with 225lbs. Now, that's some seriously weak shit - I used to use 135 to warm up. Although I'm a bit disappointed, my plan here isn't to become the avid weight lifter I once was. No, my plan is to become buff enough so that when I go back to the tux shoppe they say "whoa! if we keep you in this tux, there's a good chance you'll 'Hulk out' of it at some point during your wedding ceremony". Yeah, I can picture that going well. "HULK DO!"

Tonight we'll be recording the 40th episode of Crock & Murph in the Morning, which should silence the few of you who've been clamoring for a new broadcast. I encourage anyone reading this to be a part of it (you know how to get ahold of me). On Saturday, I'm hosting the first "meeting of the groomsmen" where we'll discuss the developing wedding issues and most certainly end up plenty drunk. Speaking of which, I should probably go get a case for them to enjoy...

Rollo sent me this last week and it's been killing me ever since: