Day one...a day late!

The joke was on me yesterday... I got floored by an evil migraine and couldn't walk in a straight line. Bringing it was out of the question :)

So started today instead. Got through chest and back with a few shameful moments. Decline and diamond pressups are out of my league! And as for that strange under the fence thingummy. Let's just say glide, I did not!

But I did do my best. I did do the whole thing. And I did write down my numbers like a good girl.

Ab ripper x on the other hand was just silly. Failed miserably. All that legs in the air business was the undoing of me. Did as much as I could but not convinced I did much good. I pressed play and um flailed and watched a lot. Now I know what everyone else was talking about.

Good or bad news is I'm hurting already! Tomorrow I know I'm going to feel it.

Plyo here I come...

The countdown begins...

So tomorrow is the 1st of April, April Fools Day and Day 1 of my first round of P90X AND the kickoff for JAGs round 2 of Operation Butt Kick

Photographs in a variety of unsettling and unflattering poses have been taken. The aftermath of tears has been mopped up, the fit test has been suffered and a whole gaggle of demoralising measurements have been scribbled down and hidden somewhere very, very dark.

The P90X dvds are sitting in their case looking expectant and a little bit smug. They know what's coming... I had a sneak preview and found there is a whole new world of painful pressups out there waiting to challenge me. Resistance bands are hanging from windows, a variety of dumbells are lying around waiting for some one to break a toe on, and I have not one, but two exercise mats. Neither of which look likely to stay put on my wooden flooring, or seem to stop my knees from hurting during the pressups!

In short my living room looks like a beginner dominatrix's parlour waiting for customers. I've stopped sniffing after a bad cold bug too so I'm thinking tomorrow's the day. No more excuses. Bugger.