"I always loved the game, but when my legs weren't hurting it was a lot easier to love."
-Mickey Mantle
Oh, legs.. stems, gams, props, columns, stilts, shanks, jumpers. We didn't come into this thinking a leg (and back. But really, my back is like Switzerland during this 90 day charade) workout would be a piece of cake; we figured if it was anything like the plyometrics (or yoga x, for that matter), the universe of agony was our next stop on the P90X Pain Train. Well, we predicted correctly; we are smart secretaries! Ton(e), with his tight rear and billowing biceps, didn't have any fun things to say about legs and back, because there's nothing entertaining about squating on one limb at a time, for a whole hour. Tony, yesterday you told us we should "be on the cover of Downward Dog magazine!" What's today, the spread in Morgue Monthly?
In conclusion, it should be called the Leg and Back, Tony. TONY. You trickster. We did a series of a few regular squats, bombarded by one-legged:: squats, wall sits, front lunges, side lunges, 45 degree lunges, deadlifts- you name it, we did it. On primarily one leg. Each of my legs hates you individually, Ton(e), how does that make you feel?
Leg and Back was followed by Abbb Ripperrrr XXXXXX. Don't EVEN get me started. Just so you know, my rectus abdominus' hate you too. I love you Tony, but I don't have to like you right now.
Love,
The Scornful Secretary
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