New Jack3d City

So the Rixter, my friend in NYC, suggested I use something to get me energized prior to a workout.  The stuff is called Jack3d.  Last Friday I looked all over South Metro for the stuff before finally resigning myself to pay top dolla' at GNC.

I tried one scoop on Friday, just to see what it would do.  I was more concerned that I would not be able to get to sleep later that night.  However, it went well, and I then cowboy-ed up and did 2 scoops on Saturday.  Dos Scoopos!  Last night, Monday, I did about 1.5 scoops.  All of this is scooping is in to a 500ml bottle (16.9 fluid ounce for you metric haters).

I was bouncing off the walls.  I was telling jokes that took every day conversation to new, disgusting lows.  Example:  Meg is going to the shooting range, but I suggested that "shooting" was just another wacky Meg metaphor (new word: Megaphor) for drinking.  She corrected me that it was "shooting a handgun".  Well, I took it to that place where it really shouldn't have been, connecting the words "shooting", "hand" and "gun" to, well, you think about that one.

And this was before the workout even started!  Alejandro, the trainer guy, has us do something called quick feet.  Imagine a football team doing callies with their legs spread apart, just moving their feet up and down, not really running in place.  Anyways, we are doing this and I feel my legs just going rat-rat-rat-a-tat.  Awesome!

Then I look at my legs in the ever-present mirrors located everywhere in the gym.  They are not moving as fast as my brain thinks they are.  As a matter of fact, they ain't moving that much at all.  This stuff is INCREDIBLE!!