Day 1 of P90x.
I finally broke down and bought the DVDs over the holiday break and since then I have been simultaneously dreading and looking forward to today. Today was Arms & Back with a little Ab Ripper thrown in.
Today was also further confirmation that I severely lack physical coordination and have literally no ability to tell my right from my left - especially when trying to mirror an extremely buff, way too enthusiastic workout maestro on my TV. A TV that generally doesn't hurt me. Until today.
But wait, there's more.
I cannot do a single pull-up. Not a single one. I can't even fake it with the chair. By day 90 I better be zipping off 20 of those suckers. Despite the odds, I remain ever so optimistic.
Nothing really hurts yet. That's probably because I'm not doing it right. We'll see tomorrow.
I am a little nervous about kicking this new routine off. Not for the obvious reason that I fear I will get so incredibly ripped that friends and strangers may mistake me for a bodybuilder. I mean, that's clearly a concern but I have a darker, more likely outcome - I won't stick with it. So I am using the blog to keep me accountable. As soon as I can figure it out, I'm putting some sort of P90x tracker on here so I can't do what I usually do...quietly just stop talking about whatever it is that I was so excited to start but then embarrassingly quit in midstream.
So here we are. New Year. New workout plan. And after yesterday's purging post, I am in a surprisingly light and peaceful mood. Tomorrow it's back to work, and with my new plan I am scheduled to do P90x BEFORE I begin the commute to the office. THAT will be a true feat of strength.
you will be mine...