Oh My Aching Arms

I woke up this morning feeling like I'd just gone twelve rounds with Muhammad Ali. Muscles I never knew existed burned up and down my arms. All day long I've been trying to figure it out. Was I pumping iron in my sleep? Hypnotized by an overzealous gym coach? Nope, just doing radio. Holding a mic up to someone's face is surprisingly aerobic. Move over Tae Bo, lifting mics will give you the firm, lean arms you're looking for. Now if I could just get a pack of minidisks to tone my abs...