Drew and I have been up to something. Something that I haven't mentioned here on the blog yet. Maybe because I was afraid. Afraid that I would tell you all about it and talk a big game, but not really follow through. Afraid that the results wouldn't turn out to be what I so badly hope for. Afraid of failure.
But today is day thirty.
Day thirty of a commitment we made to each other. Day thirty of 5 am wake-up calls. Day thirty of pain, sweat and soreness I'm not sure I've ever felt before.
Day thirty of P90X.
For those of you that don't know, P90X is a home fitness program. A 90 day, 12-disk program of targeted workouts. And it is HARD.
Drew & I first entertained the idea of starting P90X last Fall. Aware of our desire to try the program, my parents bought it for us as a joint birthday gift. Schedules, fears and excuses led us to February when we made the commitment, took the plunge and started the program. We took it very seriously complete with a fitness test (for benchmarking purposes so we can see our progress at the end of the program), measurements and before photos (that will likely never see the light of day)!
The workouts are intense. So intense that even after 30 days there are still things we are not strong enough to do. 5 am wake up calls are not fun. It's not easy. But the best things in life rarely are.
The good news is, we love it! We both feel so much stronger. More flexible. We have more energy. We sleep better. We start every day with a sense of accomplishment for taking on this challenge.
I really think doing it together is key. We motivate each other, hold each other accountable and are each other's biggest cheerleader. (With Jack as a close second. He's been known to holler "Good job, guys!" on the mornings when he's awake during our workout and watching sleepy-eyed from the sofa.) I certainly wouldn't have made it this long without Drew (thanks, Babe!), and I like to think I've kept him in the game once or twice as well.
We are already seeing results. I think it is more noticeable in Drew who clearly has new muscle definition. He insists he sees a difference in me, too. Neither of us have lost many pounds yet, likely because of the amount of muscle we have gained. But it's not about the numbers. It's about feeling better, being healthy and setting a good example for our son.
As creator Tony Horton says...Decide. Commit. Succeed.
We did, we are, and we will!
Thirty days down, sixty to go.
3 comments:
You both rock!!! I'm with Jack..."Good Job, Guys!" :)
i've noticed LOTS of improvement from you, some of which can't be mentioned here;) D
Naughty!
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