Day 5 of my personal Ironman 2.0 competition.

Manboobs: sore
Energy: low
Spirits: high
Weight: 176.1 gellatinous lbs.

I include sauna time as "workout" time as I sit and contemplate my fall from grace. Is that sweat running down my cheeks or tears? Probably a combination. Out...out of my body, damn water-retaining salt!

Iron 2.0 must be built from the ground up. Thank God it's not a long way to go. I must be better, stronger, faster. I want to be a six million dollar man, like the Brazzers boys. Must earn it, though.