Three Kids, and 17 years of not working out later, I get the wild idea to get back in to shape. NOT my pre-child shape, just better shape than I'm in now. What was I thinking?!
I was thinking it would be a GREAT idea. I was thinking that it would be beyond fantastic to wear the clothes that I already have & be, dare I say it...comfortable! I was thinking, that I will be much more satisfied with this silly little body that I was given, when I am back in what I deem to be a more fit state of being.
Apparently I was also thinking that it would be so much easier to do than it really is. 12 minutes into the 30 minutes of day 1 - I had to stop, drop & roll. Seriously. All the boxing moves, squats, roundhouse kicks, and tread of my new sneakers conflicting with the carpet, left me on the floor, trying to help my knees regain consciousness. Sweet.Mother.Of.Pearl.
6 days a week, for 9 weeks, AND that is just the Prep Program. THEN comes 20 weeks of actual "work out". Wait...what???? Wow. What was I thinking???? By the end, I was thinking that I'm going to make this happen, even it takes until the Good Lord comes back around!
I learned a few things about myself during the day #1 routine-of-death:
- Choreography is harder to learn than a Foreign Language.
- New shoes + carpet add the wrong kind of resistance.
- Your teenage son will assume that your sportsbra was a freebie that came with the DVD's, simply because it's the same color as the DVD packaging.
- A good laugh is just what you need to pick yourself up off the floor & get back in the game.
Not only will I do this, I'm gonna rock it out! Time to sleep it all off, and prepare for day #2...