Holy shit, I'm out of shape. I remember the last time I started P90x... I had to stop my running for a while since I'd developed plantar fasciitis in my right foot. I was in pretty great shape already, and this workout still dominated me the first time I tried it. I suffered through it, nearly puking a few times, and putting up terrible numbers.
This time was worse.
On the second round of exercises, I could not do ANY reps unassisted on a few of the moves. My pull-up numbers, while never very impressive, were abysmal. I may have done 50% of the Ab Ripper X workout, spending the rest of the time huffing an puffing on the floor while trying not to throw up.
By the end, I felt clammy, dizzy, and awful. Yup, sounds like P90x. Right now I'm trying to work up the cajones to go downstairs and do the Plyometrics workout, something that is very similar to torture.
One down, eighty-nine to go.
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