In that, he succeeds. I've never hurt so much in my life.
But I've also never been as proud of myself for sticking with something as difficult as this. Granted it's only been eight days, but I'm not a fan of discomfort. When I can, I make a point to avoid it.
In the past, my attempts to get in shape have usually been limited to patting myself on the back for not parking in a spot close to the store (even though I probably would have if one had been available); occasionally sucking in my stomach and hoping it'll magically stay that way; and ordering a Diet Coke with my Big Mac and fries.
Now, though, I hurt so bad there's no way I'm going to risk undoing a minute of this pain for the momentary pleasure of junk food. I've not even been tempted.
I've been surprised by how much it's helped to have someone to work out with. Shannon had already been doing the program for several weeks when she infected me with her enthusiasm. She insists she's going to keep me on track, no matter how much I complain.
I complain a lot.
But like Tony Horton himself often says, "P90X: I hate it, but I love it."
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