Just got back from the gym.  Went in in a terrible mood, left in a fantastic one.  Good hard workout.  Got in some one-leg work.  Did a simple captain's chair routine (knee/leg lifts) that was easy.  I logged it as such in my notebook.  Actually, what I wrote was "easy/lazy" since it was so easy I assumed I must have cheated.  Later, while waiting for mom to finish up, Ken came by and asked what I did.  I handed over my notebook.  I didn't really think about it, until he kicked my ass with a plank progression.  I laughed my ass off because it was ridiculous, but it's hard fucking work.

Got myself some steak, gonna cook it up tasty after my shower.