Oh, man, I almost broke my promise one day out. I started this entry this afternoon and then forgot to come back to it after a phone call. I shut the computer down. I climbed into bed. I remembered I didn't finish and that I had promised to do better. So, I climbed out of bed. I fired up the computer, and here I am. You're welcome. And thank you for that pat on the back. That wasn't necessary, but it was definitely appreciated.
Ah, plyo. I feel like I just did it. Oh, wait, I did. Thanks to my brilliant reschedule last week, I found myself jumping around like a fiend much sooner than my body wanted to. But, I said to my body, "Body! You quit being a baby and just do it." My body listened. I had a good time.
My achilles pain wasn't as intense today. I hope that's just a temporary injury, whatever it is. It's definitely tender, but still workable. What keeps me going is one-legged Eric. I think his name is Eric. I get confused. There's Dominic in the back and Pam Kablam, and I'm pretty sure it's Eric. Or maybe Phil. No, Phil's the scary lawyer. Well, whatever his name is, he's definitely an inspiration. At one point, he has to modify a move because of his one-legged situation. Tony's in front, and he says, "Now if you're tired, you can do it like this." And Eric behind him calls out, "Or if you only have one leg!" I giggle at that part and picture a lot of one-legged people doing P90X. I love that there are various things that make me giggle in P90X. I didn't think I'd smile so much.
My arms are still sore from yesterday's bad boy workout, and tomorrow, I think I hit the arms again. It should be interesting.
Feeling good, people. Feeling good.
Day 58: Brought.
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