I just finished my first “Chest and Back” workout in the P90X program. My muscles are crying inside. Or maybe it’s internal muscular bleeding that I feel sloshing around in there. I’m actually on a psudo-break since with this particular disc, there is the “Ab Ripper X” that comes after the initial Chest and Back. On this blogging break, I’m finishing off a bag of Jalapeño Cheetos because A) I just freaking earned it! and B) I’m getting all the stuff like this out of my house. Crystal sees to it that we eat pretty good around here and cheetos, etc. kind of submarine her efforts.
It’s not so much that I want to eat nails and get ultra buff like Ahnold here, but I figure that at 35, if I don’t do something to take care of myself physically, then something is doing to do it to me and that ain’t gonna fly. I’m right at that point where I don’t look think I look bad, but know that if I don’t address my recent weight gain from the last year or so, that it could get out of hand. I have noticed one thing though, I know that I’m still crazy in love with my wife, because whenever she comes up the stairs and I have my shirt off for whatever reason (shaving, changing, etc.), I still suck in my gut like I always have. Maybe in 90 days or so, I won’t have to do that. suh-WEET!
Also, if you don’t know her, my wife is a workout machine and is HOT! Yes, she has good genes, but she gets up most mornings and until very recently, runs several miles. She hasn’t given up the running, but she is about 3 weeks ahead of my on the P90X. Ideally, we would have started together, but she wanted to get after it and I wasn’t going to start until I could commit to 90 consecutive days. Now that I have a few things off my plate, today is Day 1.
In all seriousness, I did get a smack upside the head about how out if shape I am tonight. I hadn’t purposely pushed my muscles into failing since high school and WOW! Isaac woke up and I fed him just now and cradled him tighter than a football for fear that I would drop him. Really. He’s what, barely 10 lb. right now and it was all I could do to carry him down the stairs. Ouch!
So, without further ado. I better get back to my abs workout. I have done this one once before when we were testing it out to see if we really wanted to do this. It’s 15 little minutes, how hard could it be, right? Buddy, it’s the longest 15 minutes of your life. With average form, Crystal and I did this a couple of weeks ago and everything was cool, I was a little sore, but not bad…until I sneezed. Then, I thought I was going to have to call 911 and ask them to send out Kansas City’s bravest to put out the fire. That HURT something fierce!
So let’s go do it again. Hooray!