Wow...Superman Returns. If I wanted to watch a relationship-driven piece, I would have picked up a chick flick. I guess all the spandex made him not so super...seriously, I had to just turn it off and shelve it. I'd usually save a movie for the next day if I don't finish it, not unlike what I did with American Made. But, geez, Superman: grow a pair. Ok, to be fair, I didn't watch the whole thing—does he grow chest hair in the second half? Maybe Kevin Spacey creeped me out. I don't know. I just know what I watched and it was so slow with old girlfriend drama. I don't care about your feelings, Superman...you're freakin' Superman—super strong, laser eyes, icy breath—YOU CAN FLY! Yet, here I am, watching some nonsense about meeting your ex's lover. great sigh

Hey, I have no problems with romantic films and rom-coms. I've watched every episode of Gilmore Girls several times. But, Superman: stay in your lane!

All of this reminds me of my need to prepare a movie schedule for my cardio mornings. I waste too much time in pulling movies—this time, one that ill suits my needs! When it comes to my mornings, I need about as much sophistication as Wesley Snipes punching Edward Cullen in the face.

I slogged through parts of this morning, not at the speed I would have liked. Before that, I woke up a little heavy and knocked over a fan. Then to have to workout through the above nonsense...well, it wasn't optimal. No, for my morning cardio, I don't need a lot of depth. In fact, I tend to stay away from my more favored movies just by the very nature of what I'm doing. For example, I don't think I'd enjoy Blade Runner 2049 or Crazy, Stupid, Love while I'm slinging the sweat.

All of it is just a bridge to get me to where I'm going. Of course, this is my last workout session for Week 3 of the Second Expedition. As the days pass, I grow more exhilarated thinking about the fall time and my higher capacities.