I’ve started a new workout program. It’s a popular one with X in the name.
The X stands for: oh my goodness I can’t get off the floor.
I started Tuesday, and got through half the first workout. It was a chest and back workout. I decided to stop when my arms stopped working.
The next day was plyometrics. That’s ancient Greek for “jumping torture.” About a little after the halfway point my legs decided they didn’t want to lift my weight any longer. They decided this midway through a squat jump and dumped me on my ass.
I swear I heard them laughing.
Day three was arms and shoulders. I actually finished this workout. I did almost pass out, though. Oh, and I was a little ill afterward. Again, I hadn’t eaten for a while before and was working out on an empty tank.
I do enjoy the fact that the last exercise was basically me flopping on the floor like a fish.
I’ve taken the last three days to recover. My legs were the worst. It seems the last few months have been a vacation for them and they have gotten sloppy and lazy. They wanted to let me know they didn’t appreciate the things I was putting them through by being incredibly sore and not wanting to work properly for two days. Chairs were a fun experience.
I’m feeling better now, and I’m going to get back to it tomorrow.
At least if my body decides to cooperate.