Day 2 of the 100 Day War

It is another cruel day in Minnesota. After a warm-up granted a simple reprieve, Winter has re-emerged from its' bivouac to re-declare the battle. There is something mildly depressing towards the thought that 27 degrees is warm, but right now it is this side of paradise.

With the temperature dropping back down to a balmy seven, and the wind chill assisting with spiraling negative delirium, any sojourns into the hinterland for purposes of the 100 Day War were left to the treadmill in the basement.

Ah, the sweet bliss of the treadmill! Walking in one place for forty minutes on end, and not moving anywhere; that swayful sea-sickness of leaving it, that feeling as though you are moving at a million miles per hour yet still standing still. But first there is the epic battle to correctly adjust the height, a battle I lost yesterday, and thus was unable to work-out. In retrospect, it might have been one of the finer ab workouts my body has ever has had as the derivative of curse words that were hurled towards the treadmill were both numerous, loud and not prone to let this person breathe.

Instead Sully and I went and grabbed a beer at the new hangout, then went grocery shopping.

Grocery shopping after a beer is a fine thing. Between the exposure to the elements, the lack of dinner and the soothing elevator music there is the manic need to get in and get out with as little time involved as possible. Booze is not like other, more illicit drugs that give a man time and pause to wonder over the certain merits of the word "rutabaga", nor wanton dropping to one's knees to give thanks at the snack food isle before turning into a complete savage and purchasing the entire stock. No booze dresses you up, gets you in and gets you out.

Other Items:

Sully did want to add to his work out regimen the following announcement: That along with only doing weight lifting he will NOT be doing any cardio workouts nor stretching prior to.

The official first weigh in:

Greggy's weighed in at 261, and has added a new caveat to his 100 Day War goal: Being able to dunk a basketball.

Sully came in at 196. His side goals are: run 3 miles in 25 minutes.

Jord is 206 though most of that is probably his jerk weight. He has no side goal, but he could improve his attitude.

Consumed yesterday:

Peanut Butter and Jelly toast (with Vegetable Juice)
Rice and cheese tossed in a barbecue sauce
Bean, cheese, broccoli and tomato Burrito in a spinach wrap (beer)