No fear, my butt.

OK, I got my shoulder back and my hamstrings aren't so strung out anymore. I'm going to work my way back into P90X by starting around J22P on the intensity scale. No demoralizing before shots or "Bring it" cheerleading, just gonna get up to my age bracket in military PT test levels and then a kind/gentle/fun sidling up to P90X.

Ya gotta make it easy when you're recovering. You gotta keep it fun when you're a mostly sedentary shlub bloated with the chemicals of processed foods and damaged by a life of misplaced thrill issues.

God, I love donuts. Damn their happy sprinkled sweet creaminess! Ice cream. 'Nuff said.

Maybe there's a 12-step program for sloth. Hi, I'm EJ. (Hi, EJ) Hmmmm. Sitting around drinking coffee talking about inactivity. Deliciously ironic, no?  ;)

If you look at the military PT scale (no, don't, OK?) you'll see that my goal to warm into P90X is not lofty. More the establishment of the lifestyle of goals and a thirst for accomplishment, milestone by milestone. Right now, I just don't care. I want to ride. I want to drink. I want to wrench.

But.....I need to care for the guy I'll be 10 years from now like I would have appreciated the guy I was 10 years ago getting off his duff to huff. I'd be better off running around like I do with the kids if I had. I want to be better off running around with the teens.

Anyhow, check out this ingenious dude's solution to the age-old problem of surplus crutches and a need to stretch.

If I work out my mind, perhaps I can develop this level of clarity by the time I bring the body out of its slumber.

Be you.