Dear Tony Horton
First of all, dude, you look great for being older than my parents (well, I guess at the filming of Power 90 you were younger than they are now, but that's besides the point. Also, the low-quality video on my HD TV probably helps smooth/pixelate out any wrinkles and whatnot, so that only helps your case).
But down to business. I know we haven't seen each other in about 5 months. Sorry about that. My workout buddy got pregnant early October, and got hit pretty hard with the exhaustion and morning sickness and all that. We're cool, though, right?
Yeah, I thought we were cool, anyways. I came back to you yesterday morning, and what do I get? You seem to have made your workout harder! I don't know how you did it, but I used to be able to get through the workouts easily—I was even about to move up to the harder level! But noooo… Somehow, you made it so that I can't even get through the pushups any more! Maybe you wanted me to come crawling back to you, and settled with having me crawl away. My hamstrings, lower abs, and biceps are pretty upset with you, I'llhaveyouknow.
Then again, you provided me with a valuable lesson—you reminded me that I have an inguinal ligament. The particulars of anatomy have been slipping away since I graduated college, so it was kind of you to create an activity to point out what I had otherwise forgotten. It's also been long enough that I had forgotten most of your little jokes—the memories came rushing back to me the first time you said "I'll mime a chair!" and "We're having sooome fuu-uun!" It's all so new and fresh again.
Anywho, I'm back. The doctor told me I should exercise more, so here I am. Perhaps I'll actually be able to get through the program without getting sick/broken like last time. (I know, I blamed the breakup on my friend, but it also had to do with the fact that I tweaked my back pretty good, and kept getting a low-grade cold.) Be gentle with me.
Yours at 7:20am,