Ok, so I’ve been floundering a bit lately. I’ve gone to the gym once maybe twice a week since getting back from PA. I just feel like I don’t have a goal to work toward. So, I decided to close my eyes and jump. I know I’m not in the elite fitness category most people are when starting P90X, but I think it’ll still be a good workout. Why did I choose this one?
1) It sets three goals: 30 days, 60 days, then 90 days
2) I feel like I have a purpose now. I just have to make it to day 90.
3) The workouts are all different. Variety is the spice of life.
Monday was my first day. I started with Core Synergistics. OMG…the only thing I kept thinking was what did I get myself in to. It kicked my butt from here to Sunday. I had to make a lot…A LOT…of modifications and at the end I had mixed feelings. I felt like a failure because it showed me just how out of shape I truly am, but I was proud of myself for not stopping and giving up when it got tough. This was the point where I had to mentally slap myself and say “Get a grip. You knew you weren’t in top shape and wouldn’t be able to do all of the moves in the beginning.” As I’ve told my husband, it’s only uphill from here.
Yesterday was Cardio. It kicked my butt too, but I feel like I was able to do more of the moves on that one. I had a little difficulty with the punches. Jab, Crossover, hook, uppercut. They moved so fast my arms couldn’t differentiate between the different punch types so I gave up. I just started jabbing and figured something was better than nothing! My dogs were there to help me as well. When I was on the floor for the superman/banana they were jumping all over and around me. I was telling my dear hubby yesterday that I feel I do ok with superman (lay on your stomach and hold up your arms and legs) but I can’t do banana (on your back with your arms and legs raised). My banana is overly ripe! lol. My core muscles just aren’t quite strong enough yet to allow me to lift my arms and legs without lifting my back from the floor. Mike then proceeded to say something but stopped himself. He had a mischievous grin on his face so I forced him to say what was on his mind. “It looks more like a belly flop than superman!” Then he cringed and waited for the verbal lashing. I just laughed and said “yeah, I could see that.” So, now I hear “Belly flop…banana…belly flop…banana” and it makes me smile!
I took before pictures of me with nothing but a sports bra and spandex capris. EEEKKK…yeah, I will NOT be posting those until I have the beautiful after pictures to go with them. That may be a while.
I hope y’all are having good luck in your exercise adventures!