We Made it Through Week One! Yay

Well, we have made it through Week 1 of P90X. I think I will rename it P90Die. That's more descriptive and true to how we feel by the end of the day - like we are going to die because we are so darned tired. We have been going to bed by 9:30-10:00pm - very unlike us.

Thursday was YogaX. Yoga was "Not Dad's Thing." Dad has never done yoga. Ever. There's a reason why. He can't bend over. He can't bend down. He can't bend sideways. He just doesn't bend. There was more groaning and weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth today then Day 1. Mr. Horton tells you to quickly move from Downward Dog to Plank back up to Downward Dog to Runners Pose to Warrior One, etc., etc. Dad obviously doesn't know what any of these poses are and even if did he can't really bend that way yet. He spent most of the time trying to copy the moves on the screen and mimic them before Tony and his gang went to the next yoga pose. When we started Dad was in front of the TV and I was in back "helping & giving pointers." This was not helpful according to Dad. We switched placed. I was in front of the TV and he stood behind me. I was told to NOT turn around and watch him (or smile or laugh) and NOT make any more comments or suggestions. I shut up. That was YogaX day! Fun!

Friday we did (or were supposed to do) Legs & Shoulders & Back. This proved to be mostly just legs. As we got started we found we are supposed to have some sort of equipment to do chin-ups, which we do not own. Either a bar that hooks over the door frame or some stretchy pulley things that hook on the ceiling or over a door frame, or some such thing and you kneel on the ground and grab and pull them to simulate pull-ups. So basically, we did a leg workout. Dad is checking our door frames to see 1. If any are high enough for him to do pull-ups 2. If we have some way to hook that stretchy deal up for me, because it will be a long time before I have the upper body strength to do one pull-up. We are going to look when we go to Utah.

Saturday was Cardio - an hour of Old Fat Guy Basketball for Dad and an hour KempoX with Tony. I'm glad no one is watching. I did this a couple of times with Jessie. It isn't pretty.

Week One is in the History Books!

Day Three - Technical Difficulties

Once again, we managed to get Dad out of bed. "How can you be so happy and chipper in the morning?" he asks me. Beats me. I came this way. I love early mornings. Who else in our family is like this. . . . anyone? Hummmmmm . . . . I can't think of anyone. Apparently, this gene has not been passed on to my children. Too bad. It's a good one.

We head to the family room to find out what's in store for us this morning. Arms and Chest. Oh, yeah, AND that Super Ab Killer Thing. We turn on the TV, pop in the DVD and . . . nothing. Dad tries it again, and more of nothing. He tries another remote (we only have about a dozen - well, perhaps that a SLIGHT exaggeration) and more of nothing. After about 10 minutes of investigation, Dad gets his glasses because he can't really see in back of the TV. He decides to unplug everything and reset the TV. Viola (or however you spell that word, you know what I mean) power to the TV and a pictures. But, we have lost close to 15 minutes of exercise time.

So we head into the DVD, get our weights, which our not near heavy enough for Dad, but we "Get Busy" as Mr. Horton tells us and Day 3 of P90X is HIS-TOR-Y!!! We slammed it (I like Reesy's use of that word, and may be overusing a lot now.) Unfortunately (I feel REALLY, REALLY bad) no time for the Super Bad Ab Killer thing due to our tech problem. Maybe tomorrow!

Day Two of Old People Exercising

Day Two of an excercise program has long been known to be a LOT harder than Day One. I'm pretty sure there is verifiable evidence for this theory. Dad and I drug (is this a real word? And perhaps it's a good word, because I think it's how we felt) ourselves out of bed and realized we were in a lot of pain. I think the only muscles that don't hurt is my fingers and toes - maybe. But and the operative word, is BUT, we DID get out of bed!!! Yay! We are on our way to Day 2 of CardioX with Tony Horton (Britta has informed me of this), who, I think, is really, really, wierd, by the way. Actually, only I had to spend the next 45 minutes with Tony, as Dad is playing "Old, Fat Guy Basketball" (as I term it) and will be doing a lot more cardio than me.

I made it through most of the DVD (I forgot how hard yoga can be. . . ) but I survived. I skipped the Jumping Jacks and Banana Rolls ( I know my limit)-also those "Wacky Jacks". Jessie tried to get me to do them last year, but I am too uncoordinated. I can't wait to watch Dad "Get Wacky!" Then I skipped to the cool down. I cut myself some slack, because I am 54, out of shape and want to see you all next month.

Dad played an hour of basketball and was sweating like a pig! He is better at cardio. I am impressed with him.

Two days down and we are still alive!! And moving! Only 5 days to go to prove Eric wrong! We can slam this! (I liked Reesy's use of that word and thought I would steal it.

Keep tuned for the next installment!

Day One of P90X for Old Flabby People!

OK, so Dad and I started P90X this morning at 6:00AM and I decided to chronicle our adventures. And what an adventure it was! Perhaps it will motivate you younger people to GET OFF YOUR BUTTS!

The hardest part was getting Dad out of bed at 6:00am. He is not the happiest person in the morning. I, on the other hand, am. Very chipper, smiley and excited! Yay for exercise early on a beautiful Monday.

Little did we know what the P90X Guy, (what is his name anyway?) had in store for us. (We watched the introduction DVD yesterday and decided we would follow the "Lean" program - that will be us when you see us soon - Lean and Mean Parents - Can you hardly wait?) Core Synergistics was the first DVD we had to do. It started out OK with the warm ups, but then we had to do something called the Banana Roll. Wow, you should have heard Dad moan and groan. Then we did some other thing (I forget what it's called) but you lay on your stomach and grab your feet with your hands and rock on your stomach. Dad cannot grab his feet in this position. I found it extremely funny. Dad did not. I don't believe that Dad engages his stomach muscles all that much playing Old Fat Guy basketball. He did engage them this morning. It was somewhat painful to watch and listen to.

After about half an hour of moaning and groaning, huffing and puffing and a lot of sweat we decided that perhaps for old, flabby out of shape 50 somethings, perhaps we had given it a pretty good shot and we started cutting short each exercise. We hit the fast forward button after we did part of each exercise and then finally skipped about 10 minutes and went right to the cool down. Whew! We did it! We made it through Day 1 of P90x! Stay tuned for Day 2 tomorrow.

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