Today I visited the Land of 1,000 Kicks, which is infinitely better than visiting the Land of 1,000 Push-Ups. For one totally insane moment I considered going for a run afterward, but surprisingly, my common sense convinced me that was a stupid idea. Throwing a thousand kicks isn't necessarily difficult, if you choose the right ones--front kick or half-moon kick, for instance. Start throwing in back side sicks and crescent kicks, and you're about to start yourself sweating. It was pretty fun, but I'll be tired in the morning. Especially since I'm washing the whole workout down with a blackberry wine cooler. That's a smart thing to do after you've sweat out all the fluids in your body. My common sense didn't stick around very long.