Pursuing the elusive six-pack
My Fellow Inebriates,
Every so often it dawns on me that my parents really don’t love me. After I tried to recruit four-year-old Miss V to open my mescal bottle on Wednesday, the suspicion grew stronger still. Words like “unwholesome” and “dissolute” were used. I grew paranoid (more so than usual) and wondered whether I should attempt some small reform.
Just then I accidentally clicked on Men’s Health: The World’s Most Efficient Workout.
For one insane second, this article seemed like a good idea. The “density workout” is recommended three times a week.
The first exercise is the Pushup. They show this model dude doing it. Hands shoulder-width apart, feet together, body straight.
Does he look happy, though? I’m not sure.
I can get into position, I think…
I can’t even figure out how to hold onto dumbbells without thumbs. I have to wrap my whole paw around them. Screw it! No dumbbells. Dumbbells are for meat-heads.
This is madness. Seriously, too many variables.
Okay, here’s where I make a judgment call and skip 10 exercises, making the World’s Most Efficient Workout just a tad more efficient and considerably less dangerous for yours truly.
There aren’t many exercises on the list that I don’t find terrifying, but I don’t feel finished. I haven’t done my show muscles, my guns. Time for a Biceps Curl.
Arggghhhh!! Holy shit!!
I am a total washout at working my muscles. But at least I can get some six-pack abs.
This dude looks so happy. Look how cut his abs are. I bet he walks around shirtless all the time. Let’s give it a go.
Or not. Holy crap, my fellow inebriates, this working out business is all wrong. The only thing that isn’t wrong is the term six-pack.