Ah, Tony. I've missed you and your double entendres.
I didn't break a sweat this morning, but it's not that my arms and core didn't get blasted by Shoulders & Arms and Ab Ripper X. (The two sets of Deep Swimmer's Presses certainly were no cakewalk.) It's because this time of year, our garage gets icy cold in the early a.m. hours, and I feel like I'm exercising inside a walk-in fridge.
