Running is just dandy - and I have nothing against it - but running alone isn't going to cut it (as far as my soon-to-be-G.I.-Jane-biceps are concerned). So off to the store I went to pick up a couple key items.

The first is a "matt." Apparently you're supposed to excercise on the "matt," though it reminds me of one of those old-school rollup sleds. I'll have to test the matt out on some snow next winter.

I'm guessing the matt is named after its inventor, whose name was probably Matt. He likely got tired of laying a towel on his hardwood floors to do yoga and having the dang thing slip out from under him. It's surprisingly painful to go from the arching flamingo position to the cracked-head sprawl unexpectedly.

The equipment in the photo on the right are called "waits." I'm guessing that's because even after you use them for what seems like eternity, you still have to wait and wait to see any real results.

Being an instant gratification person myself, I question how long I can swing those things around.