Tuesday, September 11, 2012

salt lips

I thought I knew about sweating when I was doing Power 90 but I had no idea how profuse the perspiration would be until I started Insanity.

I'm now on my 2nd week of the 2nd month.  It's weird to think I only have 3 weeks left.  It's went by pretty fast, which I'm grateful for because I get bored easily.  I'm already ready to move on to another program and in about another month, I can.

Insanity will be the 3rd fitness program I've finished this year.  I did the X Factor ST workout, which is an 8 week program.  Then I did Power 90, which lasts 90 days.  And now I'm on Insanity, which is 2 months.  I took a couple of days off between programs and then had a break when I had my surgery but except for those few occasions, I've been pretty consistent and have been doing well and that feels pretty good.

But Insanity doesn't.

The actual program is every bit as tough and sweat-filled as the infomercials suggest.  I'm sweating buckets within the first five minutes and it doesn't stop until well after I've finished.  And now that I'm in month 2, the workouts are longer, sometimes lasting an hour.  Imagine throwing your body on the floor and across the room and slinging sweat for 60 whole minutes, with only 30 second breaks here and there.  It's tooouuughhhh. 

I bend over to stretch and the sweat pours into my eyes and mouth.  It's like diving headfirst into the ocean.  I hate the ocean.

I hate to sweat.  I sweat all the time and it's annoying.  I usually sweat at work while everyone else complains about being cold.  What the what?  But when I'm working out, I welcome the sweat.  I've already mentioned it makes me feel like I'm really accomplishing something.  And when I'm on the floor, trying not to cry and/or throw up from the pain in my back and arms, I look over at my shoulders and see the sheen of sweat and how they are becoming more and more defined each day and it gives me that push I need to get up and toss myself across the room one more time.

I taste the ocean.  I taste the pain.  I taste the triumph of one more day accomplished.
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