All day yesterday, I looked forward to this morning. I set my FitBit alarm to smart wake by 3:45 AM. I could choose among the dregs of my UFC subscription, the waning efforts of my YouTube TV trial or the chrono-tapestries of Spotify for some inspirational Coldplay.

After a couple of weeks away to nurse my injuries, I was ready to hit the treadmill. Wasn't I?

If I told you that the first song I listened to was Kenny G's off-chance cover of You're Beautiful...

...how did you think my morning went?

It was a DISASTER.

The first 5 minutes were great. I was priming the pumps of digital content when I received my first omen: my recently updated iPad REFUSED to talk with my bluetooth-enabled stereo. Sure, my android phone could, but...well, NO problem, I'll call an audible. We've all got our inner Bill O'Reilly, right?

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The iPad's speakers can hang with the machinations of a treadmill, something that cannot be said of my right knee some five minutes into a workout. It began with a tightness behind the joint. "No problem, lemme drop the incline down to 0%." Then it felt...well, I can only describe it as the teenage angst of my patella as it glided along asphalt atop a skateboard while listening to the Smashing Pumpkins. 1979 all the way.

So, I stopped, hobbled around my gym for a bit and pulled on my hand wraps and gloves. There's nothing like a heavy bag routine to get the heart pumping! In just the first few strikes, my inner left elbow got a feeling—and NOT in a good Hooked on a Feeling kind of way!

It's the same feeling that something isn't quite right while something isn't quite wrong, either. Just a feeling. A spidey sense of an injury.

So, bagwork is out. And there I stood: me and Kenny G.

Spring is coming. And I can't put in the time for cardio to be ready for it. But, who needs conditioning when you got THIS!