The Morning After

I had every intention this morning of getting up, getting the girls off to their respective day, then coming home and getting my workout in and over with early!

What is that saying? Oh that's right... the road to hell.  That was before I overslept, and by overslept I mean I actually did manage to wake up toss some granola bars at my kids, and proceeded to hit snooze for 45 minutes.  By "oversleeping" I managed to assist my Chatterbox missing the school bus, meaning I had to drive her. But when I got to school FINALLY- half an hour late, the parking lot was packed! Oh yeah... It was her honor roll award ceremony. So we went to that, then I dropped Sassypants off at daycare and remembered my doctors appointment! Finally made it home a few hours later and it was well past the time to throw myself into work. 

And by work I mean a nap. I was EXHAUSTED and sore. Not horribly so, but I absolutely 100% felt it. More than I expected to really.  It was manageable, until Chatterbox's ballet class when I had to take her to the studio, which was down and then up a flight of stairs. Ouch! 

By 6 o'clock I was already coming up with 100 reasons to not actually start Insanity day 2 tonight.  I had just about convinced myself that "tomorrow" would be good enough to start, and that I should 'ease' into it.

That is me. That's my style. Except tomorrow is going to be just as busy as today was, and I have to actually go to the office which means I'll get home late, and once I do finally get home Cinderella (my best friend, and no not a pseudonym this time) is coming over to help me box up everything in my kitchen and bathrooms since the remodel starts on Friday, plus the kids will need a bath tomorrow night, and homework.  So if I skipped tonight, then there would be nothing stopping me from skipping tomorrow, or ever! 

Once that thought hit me, I was ready. I wanted to get the kids into bed and and start PUSHING THROUGH!  Plopped the kids into bed and immediately changed and started.

I was sore, until the warm up which actually did warm me up. Completely loosened all of my muscles, and the soreness dissipated.  Once the power squats started happening though... ouch.

Cardio Plyometrics! Awesome! Or not....

Admittedly I was VERY scared. I stayed up entirely too late last night (hence today's exhaustion) reading about day 2, and everyone said that it was the hardest of the first month work outs.  I'm a big girl! I haven't done "CARDIO" in years...... Not with real effort put in.  But I made this 63 day commitment.  I might not be able to do everything, but I was certainly going to try.

First came the warm up.  Jogging, jumping jacks, Heisman's, triple step power knees, and a few other exercises in 30 second groups.  Omg this is the warm up? So I did it. I wasn't as fast as them, I stopped to take little breaths and to figure out how the heck to do what it was they were doing, but I didn't completely stop, and I kept it going.  Woohoo. That wasn't awful... 30 second break. Then they repeated it. Faster. I did better the second time! Like a lot better. I knew the moves, so I could do them more.  I made it all the way through the 2nd set without stopping. 30 second break.  

Then the third set.  FASTER! Say what?!  Yeah I definitely had to stop here and catch my breath, and focus on FORM.  I'm trying very hard to make sure I do not re-injure my foot now that it is finally starting to get a little stronger. By the end of the warm up, I was SO grateful for the stretching session...just so I could breath. I was already sweating all over.

But that was just the warm up. Then the real insanity started - Max Interval Cardio.

I'm decently proud of myself. I know I will improve, but I'm certainly not beating myself up over not being able to do every exercise.  I do know that I have never in my life, once, come so close to throwing up as I did tonight, or wanting to pass out.  To me, that says I pushed myself.  I never took more than a 1 minute break, and I did at least a few of every single exercise, every round, in the circuit.  And when I just could not do a single round more, I did something else- like planking - just to keep my muscles engaged.

Bottom line. I did it. I did day 2.