Day 3. Even before the workout, I knew I was in trouble.  You see, my grandfather has had a terrible hip problem for years and has refused every suggestion that he go to a doctor and get it checked out.  He walks with an astonishing limp.  Compared to how I felt at work, getting into and out of my car, he may as well have been a New York Ballet dancer.  My legs were shaking and my abs weak.  A few uncontrolled muscle spasms here and there.  But all's good, right?  

Today was shoulders and arms.  Nothing too killer.  Then the Ab Ripper X.  Oh man.  I had to pause the workout almost every other exercise.  Still haven't recovered from the last Ab Ripper on Monday.  The rumor on the street is that things get easier after the first month.  Tomorrow's Yoga X.  Maybe I can get all this soreness stretched out.  Maybe.