Yesterday was my first day of Insanity, the home fitness program you’ve probably already heard of.
Today, I set my alarm for 8am, so that I could wake up bright and early for Day 2 of my beach body workout set. I’d like to tell you that I leapt from my bed and ran to the laptop so I could do just that. I’d like to tell you that I couldn’t get my shorts & vest top (borrowed from my Dad, because I’m staying with him in Belgium for a week) fast enough. I’d like to tell you that I was positively beaming with excitement.
I’d like to tell you those things, but they’re not true. At all.
The truth is that I snoozed my alarm (twice) before turning it off completely, got up late, had a lovely shower and then spent the day in Antwerp, looking at the beautiful buildings and checking out the local market.
I did feel bad about it, though. Usually I have quite a lot of willpower, so I was disappointed in myself for not sticking to my plan. So after we got the train back from Antwerp to Brussels, and arrived back in Nivelles, I got straight down to business.
And let me tell you – it fucking sucked. Yesterday, I soldiered through the first segment of the DVD without much difficulty. Today was different.
3 minutes into the Cardio Power & Resistance DVD, I was in a world of pain.
My calves were on fire, my feet felt like they were going to fall off, and my core (you’ll hear a lot about your core when you watch the DVD) was screaming for an end to the madness. But the end didn’t come for another 34 minutes or so. I finished two or three of the circuits a few seconds early, and I didn’t hurdle ‘quite’ as high as the absolute machine instructing the session (read: I didn’t hurdle at all towards the end. I was a limp, flaccid, hairy, sweaty, mess) – but I finished the session.
I said it yesterday, but I’ll say it again – I had no idea how taxing on your body a home workout DVD could possibly be.
Tomorrow is Day 3! It’s called Cardio Recovery, and I’m trying not to get too excited about the “Recovery” part. I’m praying it involves sitting down and relaxing.
Something tells me that’s not what it means at all.