Get up you son of a bitch

"Get up you son of a bitch, cause Mickey loves ya!"  

That's how I feel right now.  Like I just took a shot from the champ.  Well tonight marks my first serious attempt at a CT in some time.  I hopped on the treadmill.  That's right the mf@#& treadmill, not the elliptical, not the bike.  There is a reason that I've avoided that hell spawn for over five years and you guessed it, pain.  But you know what?  It was fantastic.  I put in three miles.  Now for some of you runners out there saying, "So what?"  I would like to direct you to another site.  Maybe this one would be more to your liking.  I did a combination of HIIT and SS cardio.  When the music hit me AND I could still breathe I kicked it up substantially.  The following photo should serve as evidence that I am not bullshitting.  And for clarity's sake I am in the bathroom, I don't typically photograph myself at the gym.  Usually other people photograph me.  I also knocked out an RT for those playing at home.

The gym had its usual cast of characters come and go while I was on the deathmill.  We saw the classic short-tatted-to-the-nines guy that did curls for 30 minutes while his girlfriend was leisurely walking on the treadmill beside me.  I was 10 minutes in when she got there and I stayed on about 10 minutes after they left.  Take that oddly-attractive-roadie-lover-girl.  I forgot my headphones so I just cranked the iPhone on speaker.  Those poor bastards got everything from T.I. to Killswitch.  I figure after almost 15 years of proper gym ettiquette I'm entitled to be the ass.  Although I didn't take the cake.  Lo and behold while I'm sweating my Nicoderm patch off, I see a teenager lifting (you guessed it - biceps), and his gatorade bottle was slowly filling up with - wait for it - dip spit.  Good for you son.  I seriously had a Shawshank moment when I saw that: "I want to talk to him. I want to try and talk some sense to him, tell him the way things are. But I can't. That kid's long gone and this old man is all that's left."  Speaking of Gatorade, you guys are gonna love where I picked up my hydration.  It's so fitting.

You think I'm walking to Publix after that?

Edit: Just for clarification, I got a Powerade Zero at the package store.