Leave Your Pride On The Floor

After an extremely lazy Friday and Saturday (our weekend started early thanks to some wintery weather), on Sunday, Chris and I kicked it into high gear. 

Let me back up. Last week, in a moment of unparalleled self-motivation/stupidity, Chris and I decided to order P90X. I'm sure you've all heard a mix of horror/success stories by now, but for those of you who haven't, P90X is a 90-day fitness regime, complete with 13 different DVDs and a diet plan (the latter of which we're loosely sticking to… I insist on having chocolate on Valentine's Day). It's supposed to be impossible, but it's also supposed to actually work.

On Saturday, we completed the fitness test that you're supposed to do before beginning the program, which was very reminiscent of the Presidential Fitness Test from gym classes of long ago. I still cannot do a pull-up. Some things never change. 

Anyway, on Sunday, after a busy morning of errands, which included a trip to Drug Emporium to buy protein powder and a trip to Home Depot to buy molding (none of our doors have it and we need it for our pull-up bar, so we MacGyver-ed some inside our bathroom), we got to work. 

The program is run by a man named Tony Horton, a personal trainer who has substituted all the fat and sugar in his diet for cocaine (possibly) and is known to throw a British accent on occasion (as we quickly learned…he couldn't help himself on the word 'gorgeous'). Tony and his gang of extremely fit friends guide you through each of the program's workouts, encouraging you to take "before and after pictures" which we did not and to "pace yourself" which we did. 

His other piece of advice is to "bring it." Oh, it's been brung. 

Or, we're trying anyway. We were already pretty sore from our Saturday workout, so the "Chest and Back" routine yesterday went okay. I managed to do pull-ups with the assistance of a strategically placed chair, yet failed spectacularly at many of the ab exercises. The ab-ripper routine is done at the end of almost every other workout. 

Today, we're sore. I'm sore in places I've not often been sore before. Yet, we're pushing on. Today's workout: Plyometrics. Chris's friend Steven, who has attempted P90X before, told Chris to send him a text afterward, so he could get our reaction on it.

A review of the P90X Plyometrics workout states as follows. Ahem. "How many ways can I say 'OUCH!'? When you park it in front of your TV for the P90X® Plyometrics workout, be prepared to leave your pride on the floor – along with a huge puddle of your own sweat."

Can't wait!