I don't do New Year's resolutions as I mentioned...well, at the new year...because I don't want to set myself up for failure! But I do like to set goals, aspirations if you will, for myself. You see, I am a high achiever....if I can't do it and do it well, then I tend to not do it at all. I want to be the best...at everything! Right, wrong, or indifferent, that's the way I roll! I also enjoy rewarding myself for a job well done (maybe that's why I only do things I know I'm good at...hmmmm....touche`). With that said, I decided after my last hour-long massage (courtesy of my husband's volleyball team...thanks ladies!!) that I deserved this kind of pampering more often than allowed or indulged upon. Enter.......my super clever mind! I decided that I was going to do my P90X (again) and reward myself after the final phase with a massage (and maybe pedicure and manicure and cute summer outfit, but I digress). It seemed perfectly logical to me that my body would need some pampering and relaxation after 90 grueling days of being "x-like". Those are the words of Tony Horton the P90X trainer, not mine.
With plan -and reward- in place, I set out on my 90 days of super intense workouts. Again, I'm going to say that I have a problem. I like to be the best.....and I think I'm She-ra (you know from He-man...if you don' t know what I'm talking about, then we have no business speaking to each other any more...just kidding. I'm equal-opportunity here...keep reading!!) So instead of PACING myself (as stated during the first workout...and I've done this workout 4 times before), I decided I would go pull-up for pull-up and push-up for push-up with the King of Fit himself. Not my best decision...but you know what they say, hindsight is 20/20!
Day # 2 was uncomfortable. I realized I did indeed have some muscles that I was neglecting. Nonetheless, I busted out the plyometric workout (this workout sucks...I hate it!), sweating, panting and cursing my workout decision the entire time. Day #3 proved to be difficult to dismount my bed. I didn't know there were so many areas of my butt that needed attention. And my core area felt as if I had an active role in clash of the Titans! However, the toughie that I am, I forged ahead for my workout....which was an entirely new set of muscles (who knew we had so many that required such devoted and thorough attention!). By the night of day 3, I was unable to stand fully erect (get your minds out of the gutter...that was the LAST thing on my mind!) Every movement and task proved more painful than the last...so much so, that hubby and son #1 offered to clean up all of supper and the mess that goes with it. Hubby did his best to wait on me hand and foot...for the next 2 days...and nights, because I was summoning drinks and Motrin! He felt too badly to protest.
I bailed out of the Thursday, Friday, and yes even Saturday's workouts with the excuse (it really was the truth!) that I was just in too much pain. With that behind me, I am on to week 2 of my 90 days! A massage has never sounded so good! I will survive and conquer the rest of the program...if only for the allure of the spa!!