Sometimes people ask me, when finding out that I prefer to workout in the middle of the night, why I do it. Act like a nocturnal gym rat. A plate-pusher of the night.
Well, tonight was a perfect example. The decline bench, when used correctly, has one lying on one's back with the head steeply angled lower than the legs. I use this bench to do crunches. Sit-ups, but with my feet hooked onto a bar high above my head. My goal is to do so many crunches that I am physically too tired to get off the bench without effort.
Tonight I achieved my goal. Releasing my feet I rolled onto the floor. Not realizing (at first) that my gym shorts had caught on the bench. As I stood up I was sans pantalones. My iPod dangled from my ear buds. Mr. Floppy just dangled. No underwear, no gym shorts. Just nakedness from my sweaty tee-shirt down.
As I started to untangle my shorts from my gym shoes, I looked around. No one was around to see my ... furry-butted faux pas.
And that, folks is why I workout in the middle of the night.
This post originally appeared on Steven Bennet's website Nice to See StevieB. Republished with permission.
