I can't call it a workout in the usual sense, but my legs are shot nonetheless. I was on my feet standing guard by a door in the Aptos High gym for the first day of Cal Coast Classic Wrestling Tournament; I get to do it again tomorrow. From 8am to mid-afternoon. My duty was to make sure that ingress and egress through My Door was limited to wrestlers and coaches. No kids, no food, no girlfriends, no moms or dads. I looked so imposing from all the lifting that nobody gave me any crap.