Saturday, January 9, 2010

Yes, I'd like some excrutiating pain with a side of reality, please

I remember thinking that since I was a cyclist the P90X Legs & Back dvd "probably wouldn't be that hard for me."

Sometimes I am amazed at my own stupidity.

One legged wall squats? Excuse me?

Triangle lunges followed by vertical kicks? You gotta be shittin' me.

Squatting down on one leg and jumping vertically? Now you're just being an asshole.

Then came the Ab-Ripper X dvd. I don't even have words to describe this thing. It's 15 minutes worth of shit that a fat guy could never hope to accomplish...but I tried.

At one point the instructor, (Tony Horton), looks me straight in the face through the screen and says =, "I know it burns, but this isn't some silly little workout, kids... this is P90X. Bring it, bring the pain!!"

Yeah, rub it in asshole....rub it in.

So I embraced the misery, maybe accomplishing 50% of the workout. Tonight the glass is half full and I'll call it victory.

Before I left for work ,I opened the fridge and showed my middle finger to the 30 pack of beer resting inside.


  1. Victory is getting off the couch...

  2. 30 pack of cold ones, in the fridge, and not being consumed?!? You are a stronger man than I! I have to make sure all beer, especially cold are far from my house before I loose the booze. Today is day 10 no alcohol and I am not missing it, but if I had to look at 30 cans of cold fresh joy everytime I opened the fridge I would cry...I mean drink them. Nice work homey, I am intrigued by this p90x thing. Maybe I will have to make a trip to your training camp to it for a test drive.

  3. My dojo is always open. Come on over, man.

    I dunno how many days I've been beer-free now, but I know I haven't hit 10 yet. It's amazing how easy it is to put that craving aside when you're on a mission. We can do this.

    P90X is seriously legit. Right now my legs are totally fucked, way worse than anything Middle Fork ever did to me.

  4. Damn you, Bob! I really wanted to be lazy today, but now I can't. If you can go on hiatus from consuming beer and squeeze in a tortuous workout before going to your second job, then I pretty much have to do some sort of training tonight.

    I wanted to just sit on my ass and count "sledding with the kids" as training. Thanks to you, I now have to hop on the stationary bike and do some intervals. Thanks... Dick.