If you’ve read my previous posts, you are aware that I am a bit of a Beachbody fanatic. I shook my booty through 90 days of TurboFire and followed that up with a round of ChaLEAN Extreme. Now I’m gritting my teeth through P90X and groovin’ to HipHop Abs. But tonight I got a little insane with Shaun T live and in person, so I’m headed towards the Asylum very soon…
I must admit, I was feelin’ a little cocky when I walked into the packed room at a local VFW, ready to sweat and flex my newfound muscles. After all, I’ve been doing two-a-days for a little over a month and I’m training for a FREAKING MARATHON. I am fitter than I have ever been. How difficult could one hour be? Ummm…pretty damn difficult.
I ripped off my shirt during the warm up. Baby belly be damned, because I could not tolerate having that extra layer on. Nor could I tolerate taking it easy and going at the class half-assed. (For those of you who don’t know me, I prefer the whole ass approach.) My legs were sca-reeeeem-ing in the first ten minutes. My arms started shaking at fifteen. I can’t even tell you what my abs were up to at the half-hour mark, because I had moved beyond pain to sheer determination.
|Baby belly be damned!|
|Bubba with his autograph|
|Too ramped up to pose pretty|