This posting is for The Big Sexy. Before I woke up to kill the gym with 30 mins to arc trainer, biceps, triceps and shoulders, I was having a dream about working out. I shit you not, a real dream, none of the Banana Hammock nonsense. In my dream, The Big Sexy and I had just finished a monster chest workout where we were essentially bench pressing Mack trucks and we were going over to do our Carolina 200s. When we got to the ab station, there was 2 feet of standing water on the ground. I said "What the hell is this crap? I guess we'll have to do them tomorrow." The Big Sexy responds: "Oh hell no! We're doing these now." To which I (infinitely reasonable) say "You're an idiot, we'll drown, I'm going home." The Sex says, "Go ahead, I'm doing 'em. See you tomorrow." Then the damned alarm buzzer went off and I went to the gym to crush it -- but I felt guilty, yet inspired. This is for you big man: