I'm no Olympic athlete, but it wasn't half bad

My experience today wasn't nearly as bad as Muddy's, but I will admit that I cheated a little. I got the program a few weeks before he did, so two weeks ago I ran through a bunch of the workouts to get the general idea. I will say though, that first week sucked. Every single muscle in my body hurt all at once. And this wasn't just a little but of soreness. It was mind-numbing "holy-shit how am I this sore" kind of soreness. Thankfully it's gone now.

Having got all of that initial soreness out of the way and having spent the past week in LA training, my biggest battle today was just sheer willpower. I landed this morning at 7:30am, and with only two hours of sleep I got home, took a shower, and then headed into work. I flirted with the idea of working out before going to the office, but I realized any physical exertion at that point would've resulted in my passing out in the living room. So instead of passing out I figured piloting an SUV at high speeds down I-95 was the safer bet. I did make it to work alive, so I guess I was right.

After fighting my eyelids for a few hours while sitting at my desk I decided that I would be more productive and have a better chance of working out if I just went home. A brief four hour nap later and I was ready for my Day 1 workout. Much to my surprise it wasn't as bad as I had remembered from two weeks prior. My numbers were not where I wanted them to be, but I finished the workout in one piece, all limbs attached, and unlike Muddy, with everything I ate still in my stomach.

I continued through the Ab Ripper X routine, cursing Tony every three seconds since my abs and hips were on fire every time I tried to move. For some reason I can handle someone kicking me in the groin while training, but make me do crunches (or frog crunches, V-ups, oblique v-ups, and whatever other tortures are included in that workout) and I become a sniveling little cry-baby. Hey, at least I'm willing to admit it.

After the workout I actually felt accomplished. I managed to drive myself to workout even though my bed seemed like a better option, and I didn't feel half bad when done. Basking in the glow of victory for the evening I decided to make dinner, get lunch prepped, and relax by catching up on some Battlestar Galactica episodes. At least that was the plan until the phone rang.

"Hey man, I'm in Baltimore for tonight and I wanted to know if you wanted to grab dinner," is what I heard on the other end of the receiver. F--K!!!!! Are you serious?!? I'm one day into this whole lifestyle change and already someone is literally falling out of the sky wanting to grab a dinner and beer. I took a deep breath, gathered myself and then replied, "Well, I already ate, but I'd be happy to hang out while you eat." It sounded good when I said it, but would I be able to resist food sitting right in front of me?

The answer was yes. I was pretty full from dinner, so I just sucked down a few glasses of water while my buddy chowed on multiple plates of things I won't be able to touch for the next 90 days. Carne asada tacos with ranch dressing, chicken enchiladas, tortilla chips... you name it. I didn't want to have to admit to Muddy tomorrow that I broke on the first day, so I just smiled, got more water, and made it out with nothing more of the feint smell of Mexican food on my clothes. For now that will have to do. add to del.icio.us saved by 0 users