Saturday, January 26, 2013
Hi alllll. Okay, I don't have much time to post an actual in-depth blog because I am sweaty and smelly and sore and it's already almost 12:15AM, but I just want to let everyone know that I've officially started Insanity and so far, it's definitely "Insane." I both love and abhor it. Sean T, the coach, is absolutely amazing and I really enjoy his attitude, enthusiasm, and positivity, but he will literally work you harder than you have ever worked in your entire life. Ever. I am not exaggerating. I'm on day 3, and this workout has already made me cry twice. CRY. TWICE.
I'm going to try and blog at least every other day about my Insanity journey and experiences, starting with tomorrow morning. :) I'll also be posting my starting pics and re-posting my measurements so I have a blog to refer to as my "starting point" at the end of the 60 days when I post my results. Hopefully they'll be quite noticeable!
I will say one thing: my boyfriend, as I mention before, has been doing this for a while and his support has been absolutely unbelievable. Technically I started Insanity last Monday with the "Fit Test" to measure where I stand fitness-wise on a few different exercises, but then I had to put Insanity on a 2 day hiatus because of a sudden bout of fever and stomach flu. Once I felt better on Thursday, I popped disc 2 in before bed and sweat more than I have ever sweat before. And probably jumped more in 35 minutes than all the jumping instances in my life combined. I felt alright today, if not tired, but my calves...my calves are just torn apart. And the first thing my boyfriend did was promise me we would do Insanity together tonight when he got home from some errands. So when the time came for him to call me to work out--since I passed out with my dog on the couch--I was terrified to start again because all I could think of was my very, very tight calf muscles snapping in half. I could barely straighten my legs out, how could I do another Insanity workout? But he pushed me not to give up on myself, to modify if necessary but to finish it, and then he suggested we do it over speakerphone together so we can push one another when we want to quit. It was so helpful. Honestly, without him there to tell me I was doing a great job or to push through or to take a rest if I was hurting, I probably would have given up. I wanted to sooooooooo badly. But I didn't, and I feel AMAZING for that.
Nothing super insightful here--I promise my blog tomorrow will be a lot more informative--but coming from a very rough point in my life right now with very, very little emotional support from friends or family, I can't help but feel so blessed to be with someone who cares so much about me and wants to see me succeed. He must have spent a good 5 minutes after the workout telling me how amazingly I did (even though he didn't see me workout), and how much further I am than all the other people who have quit by this point. And he said he was proud of me. That's not a phrase I hear very often from other people, and every time he says it, and asks me to tell him I'm proud of myself and that I'm amazing and all these other things, it really helps my self esteem so much. If someone else cares that much, I owe it to myself to love me at least half as much as he does.
Anyway. That's all. Sorry for all the gushing. :P Exercise euphoria right now. I feel like I've had 12 cups of coffee. I am going to sleep like a rock. And it will be glorious.