I woke up this morning really, really wanting to stay in bed. The pain was gone, but I have some residual crankiness. I was feeling sorry for myself, if I'm being truthful. There are days when I know the workout that is in front of me and the battle that it can be to endure it, and I just want to give up. It's so hard. SO hard. Especially when my pillow is so, so soft.
But, I dragged my bad attitude and bad ass out of bed. It wasn't cheerfully done, but it was done. What else do you want from me?
I couldn't help but be a bit smug when I finished with the warm-up and came to the first move. Staggered hand stacked foot push ups. People, this is the very first move Tony asked me to do. This move that seemed so impossible 51 days ago was a cakewalk this morning. Well, not exactly a cakewalk. It's still tough, but I don't even flinch at the idea of it anymore. I don't ask, "You want me to do WHAT?!?" anymore.
I even find myself talking to Tony like he's in the room. P90X makes you crazy, friends. Cuh-RAY-zee. I just look at him while he sets up each move for me, and I nod and give a lot of "uh huh's" and "okay's" and "no problem's." I wish that he could pop out of the TV and make adjustments for me like he does with the people on the videos. Those people who have become almost friends. Almost.
Tomorrow's plyo. Mentally gearing up at this very moment.
Day 51: Brought. Uh huh.
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