Day 2: Plyo, bloody plyo

I did my plyo x exercise this morning at 9am.  It is now 7:22pm and I feel like holy hell ran me over, then backed up and parked on my ass.  If I told you my legs, but, and calfs felt “tight” I would be grossly understating the fact that my thighs want to revolt against my brain and shut down.

I work on the second floor of an office building and for the first time in five years I rode the elevator.  Not once, but twice.  I’m laughing now that I’m writing this, for some reason a week ago I was excited about this stuff.  I want to go back in time and kick my own ass.

Plyo was ruthless.  But I know that sticking it out will help me get one step closer.  Closer to my dreams, closer to my goals.

Tomorrow is Shoulders and Arms.  I’m excited.  I really enjoyed the chest and back yesterday and I like to think of myself as being pretty good with the pushups.

The recovery drink is my saving grace with this P90x program.  Without the recovery drink I would be toast.  I could have lived without the bar, I could have lived without the resistance bands…… The recovery drink is freaking essential.