This staying in a motel thing is killing me.
Let me correct myself.
This staying in a motel combined with a shockingly cold Winter and no gym to work out in is killing me.
Let me tell you what I've been reduced to. In between typing this I am doing arm curls with a bar stool. Prior to bar stool arm curls I was doing pushups in the filthy motel floor. In order to make the pushups worthwhile I have to clear off the one comfy chair in this prison cell and put my feet in it, giving me a decline angle that puts more focus on my upper chest, while simultaneously forcing me to press my entire face into that filthy motel carpet. For lower body exercise, what with it being 11 degrees outside, I am doing unweighted squats while watching the crappy TV. Thank God CougarTown is on because the mind numbing boredom of weightless squats could potentially make my head explode.
Also, I'm still sick. Technically I shouldn't be doing any of this exercise stuff. I should be napping. But I can feel my muscles atrophying away to nothing. I can FEEL it.
Today is my birthday. I'm spending my birthday alone in a dirty motel room doing exercises that cause me to press my face into a filthy nasty carpet and lift furniture over and over again. This is my life.