My delusional reality.

So it’s been 16 days since I posted that I was going to start the Insanity Workout on the 17^th, so  I felt like I owed everyone an update.

And to be honest, I didn’t really see what the fuss was all about my first week.

Day 1 was a freaking BREEZE! I didn’t even get up the next morning sore.

Day 2 was even easier – I guess it was because I had moved so much the day before?

Day 3 I was a little dizzy from all the action of Day 2.

Day 4 and 5 I began wondering if I was going to get the results I wanted from this workout.

And Day 6 was the end of my first week with no soreness, complaints or excuses.

I made it to Day 7 – the day of rest on this program. WooooSahhhhh!

I have to say that the first week gave me a motivational boost – I felt BADASS! I could so kick this kind of workout in the balls and run off laughing!

 

And then….

Day 8 came and I finally received the flipping DVDs in the mail. Yes, they were a week late!

So...

I began the Day “1” of the program’s fitness test and almost puked about 4 minutes in - then again at around the 10 and 15 minute marks. The fitness test was only 25 minutes long people – I sucked!

But whatever! I got through it – AND with my stomach intact!

On Day 9 I began Day 2’s actual 45 minute workout and I made it through the workout time – I didn’t make it through ALL of the exercises, but I began ALL of them – for a few seconds. I’ve never gone through a workout where I HOPED that I would pass out and have the excuse that I couldn’t finish!

Until Day 10 and workout Day 3! That morning I rolled out of bed in sections. Open eyes. Roll onto side. Sit up. Put legs on floor and hope they hold. Stand. Holy shit don’t faint and begin to walk. OMG! What the hell did I do!?

Finally the warmth kicked in and my muscles began to function some. Just enough to give me the confidence to survive 9 hours of work and the Day 3 workout. Well? Most of the Day 3 workout. This time I did puke! And convinced myself that it was just that much more weight shedding off my body.

When I woke up the next morning on Day 11, delirium set in.

Yep, I. am. a. dumbass.

I now fully comprehend that this workout is out of my present physical conditioning league, but fuck it! Now I’m pissed at myself and the stubborn pride that is in ME won’t let me quit. I am determined to get through these next 60 days, so that I can begin the workout again in 60 days at the fitness level I should REALLY be at before you begin a workout program like this one.  

Days 12, 13, 14, 15, 16 and 17 have been spent typing this post with my tongue - the only muscle that currently moves.

My keyboard is disgusting.