I'm the last person who should talk smack on someone else's workout routine. I'm so inactive that my muscles feel like sacks of Jell-O, and with the amount of alcohol I drink, it's more like Jell-O shots. In fact, I respect anyone who attempts to live a healthy lifestyle. Or, at least I thought I respected anyone who attempts a healthy lifestyle. Then I found out about this guy.
This Dad had plans to go on a run, but then his son found him 30 minutes later asleep on the floor. I don't know what kind of stretch leaves you sprawled out on your stomach like that, but it's obviously not the best choice. Let's be honest though. If I found my dad like that I'd assume he was dead. It's a little horrifying, isn't it?