It's true that no good deed goes unpunished.

And despite my good deeds of the week (strange activities with names like "hip funk abs" and "Gyrokinesis") my body has responded in a less-than-grateful nature.

In fact, my body is altogether peeved. Hostile even. My deltoids have been giving me the cold shoulder since Saturday and I'm fairly certain my quads tried to toss me down the stairs this morning.

There may also be some penance for the gluttonous days gone by. My body was content in its winter slumber - four months of cozy naps and comfort beer - and isn't taking kindly to the unexpected 6 am alarm. It says, "I'm sorry, you want me to what?"

But it's all in the name of good health - a little trial before the triumph.

And if you're transverse abdominus has to hurt - isn't it better to ache in the name of "six pack" rather than "street knifing."