Until today this week had been pretty uneventful. I'm kind of scratching my head wondering where the time is going. After Kempo tomorrow week six will pretty much be a thing of the past. Phase II has been moving along much more quickly than Phase I did. Next Wednesday will mark the midpoint of this adventure and it's all downhill from there. Time can fly even when you're not having fun.
I'm not knocking P90X in any way, I think it's a great program. I just hate working out in general. I've never gotten off on it, even when I was in the Marine Corps. While all my buddies used to jam as much time in the gym as possible I avoided it like the plague. There was no shortage of physicality in my day to day life in the Corps, I wasn't going to spend what little free time I had volunteering for more.
Anyway, back to today. I had the day off so I decided to bang out my workout this morning rather than wait to my normal late afternoon. I had slept in 'til about nine and then had my morning protein shake. About 11:30 I decided to hit it and then have lunch.
Forty minutes in I started feeling pain in my belly and it wasn't from the exercise. It didn't take long before I was gasping for air and feeling like I was going to be sick. I ended up taking a break and realized I was bonking. I knew I was behind on calories yesterday but apparently I didn't realize how far and it caught up with me since I had eaten only about 300 by the time I started my mid-morning workout. Need to pay more attention.
Not wanting to get my ass kicked by my own stupidity I resumed my workout later in the afternoon. I felt fresh and knowing I only had about 30 minutes of work to do I went into cruise control and started hitting it hard. It felt good but I guess I cruised a little too deep. I was doing my switch grip pull-ups drum stool assisted (the drum stool is mandatory geek gear ever since Harmonix released the Rock Band video game). When I finished I completely brain faded and let go of the bar. Of course I still had my left leg on the stool and my right leg curled towards my chest. I fell like a sack of poatoes (mmm, potatoes) on my ass. It was more bone-jarring than painful but the first thing that came to mind (well, after "ow") was that I really shouldn't have gotten out of bed this morning.
Albeit inelegantly, I did get my workout done without further incident. I have to say, I'm feeling pretty good about things. While there's no washboard to be seen around my abs I'm feeling stronger every day and am pleased with the slow but steady progress I've been making. And those two pounds that I didn't really lose earlier in the week, well I've lost them since then so my scale can go frak itself.
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I think that until people experience it, they can't really know just how sucky bonking is. It really sucks. It's not just running out of energy and being tired. You feel sick and things hurt and you get a brain fog. And this can happen even when you aren't working out if you don't eat enough. But eating a banana or sandwich or something with some ready carbs in it brings you back to life almost instantly. It's weird.
By the way, thank you for your service to our great country in the Corps.
Prophet is too nice... I'm still laughing about Muddy falling flat on his ass :)
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