I had the mysteriously odd, peculiar moment this afternoon where no one was home. Everyone was at a sport or activity, and I was all alone. By myself. To do whatever I wanted.
I went through the list of options:
- Catch up on blogs? Na. I wasn’t in the mood to sit at the computer.
- Fold clothes? Na. I would do that later in the evening while watching Grey’s Anatomy.
- Take a nap? Na. I wouldn’t be able to fall asleep at a decent hour then.
- Catch up on DVR’d shows? Na. It seemed too lazy.
- Exercise? Hey! What a novel idea! All of the girls are off doing physical activity, why shouldn’t I? I have been talking about getting back into shape, lowering my cholesterol number, and relieving some stress for a very long time. Shouldn’t I actually try? Why not!
I went up to my room, put on my exercise attire, and pumped myself up for a workout: Yeah! I’m gonna do this! I’m gonna sweat and move and burn those calories! I got this! I can do this!
I came back down to the basement, and instead of going on the elliptical, I decided to give good old Tony Horton a try. You see, about eight years ago I bought the original Horton 90-day workout. It is a two disc compilation. It is not as grandiose as P90X, but I am sure if I committed to 90 straight days, my body would improve.
Hey, maybe today is the first day! I think I should commit to 90 days and see what happens.
I started with the nice easy stretch, My muscles pulled and yanked in ways they have not pulled and yanked in a very long time. If I were the Tin Man, I would have needed an oil can. As it were, I didn’t seem to get into stretches as deeply as I used to do.
First day; I’ll get it back.
Next came Yoga. Plank into push up (as if I have the upper body strength for that!) into downward dog into some kind of moon worship into Ouch! My thighs are screaming and I have only been doing this for ninety seconds! Didn’t this used to be easier?
Well, when it got to the meat of the workout, I listened to Tony and I listened to my body. It was screaming at me! From my calves to my obliques, no one seemed too jazzed that they were working so hard, and twice, I had to pause the video to give them a rest. You’ll pay for this tomorrow. Just wait, Sista! You do this to us now– just wait to see what we do to you tomorrow. (Cue sinister laugh: heeheeheehoohoohoo)
Well, I am pleased to announce 45 minutes later, I finished the video. Now, can I say I will do it again tomorrow? No. Can I say I will be able to do it again tomorrow? Definitely no. I am already feeling the after effects of being out of shape. However, I am going to try to do the elliptical tomorrow to try to warm everyone up back up– these muscles just forgot how much they enjoy activity. A few more tries, and they will remember that this used to be fun!