I was happy to wake up to X Stretch this morning. I didn't have to worry about slipping around on a sweaty mat, balancing precariously on one foot while twisting myself into a pretzel or squeezing out one last pull-up. Instead, I enjoyed a relaxing morning stretch, and even treated myself by skipping my least favorite move: the utterly pointless "Dreya Forearm Stretch." Either I'm not doing it right, or it's just dumb. I say it's the latter. And given that it's my birthday today, you're required (by law) to agree with me.
(Incidentally, I've discovered that I'm not a big fan of anything in P90X that starts with the word "Dreya," including Dreya Forearm Stretches, Dreya Rolls and Dreya Weber. More on that later.)