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:

1. Catch up on blogs?  Na.  I wasn’t in the mood to sit at the computer.
2. Fold clothes? Na. I would do that later in the evening while watching Grey’s Anatomy.
3. Take a nap? Na. I wouldn’t be able to fall asleep at a decent hour then.
4. Catch up on DVR’d shows?  Na.  It seemed too lazy.
5. 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!