The so-called ‘experts’ say that any training regimen should be eased into. I am starting to believe they may have a point.

After three incredibly intense days of Blood and Guts Masochism, I’m nearly dead. The sharp pains shooting down my left arm haven’t gone away, the floor constantly moves like a treadmill, and my right lung seems to have collapsed, or at least stopped working.

Quitting my Cheeseburger and Guinness diet cold turkey AND making my heart over rev like an Indycar on that damn GrimReaper 6000000 treadmill at the same time is proving to be too much of a shock to the system.

The experts are right. I do need to start off slower. So, much like Lindsey Lohan, Bald Britney, Amy Winehouse (They tried to make her go to rehab, but she say no no no. She ended up there anyway) and the rest of the recreational rehabbers do when the going gets rough, I’m off to Ireland for some intense ‘rehab.’ Right now, nothing sounds better than vigorous Guinness rehydration therapy in a proper Irish pub.

I’ll try to post from the Emerald Isle – if free Wi-Fi is available at the pub… err… the ‘rehab center‘ that is. If not, I will resume posting when my rehab stint is complete.

In the meantime, post your best caption for the caption contest below!

Author: frenchy

One Response to “Going to Rehab”

1. Font1sgood says:

   September 9, 2007 at 7:18 PM

   They tried to make Frenchy go to rehab….he said “Go! Go! Go!”

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