Maybee does a fantastic downward dog.
I've been obsessing ("thinking" is a better word, but Ricardo keeps correcting me) about P90X. I know all you P90X'ers reading this just crossed your arms and made some grunting "Bring It" noise. For months, P90X just made all kind of sense to me.
First of all, I need a swift kick in my auto-pilot and some what non existent fitness level. Secondly, my thinking was that since we both work from home, that shoveling the snow off the driveway this winter, and working out at home would be a great plan. Sounds good in theory. But then we bought the kids shovels.
So, we borrowed a friend's P90X set. The first two days were great. We took the kids to school, moved some furniture, and worked out. In fact, the second day JulzHOLLA! stopped by and we were so devoted to our work out, we made her watch us do the plyometrics workout. My favorite exercise: the Heisman side jog thingy.
By day two, Ricardo couldn't scratch his nose without wincing in pain. We recognized that we were as out of shape as we'd thought in the first place and kept going.
Day three came along and the prescribed workout was Yoga. Yoga for an hour and a half, but we were only prepared for about 45 minutes. So, we had to turn it off and plan better for the next day when we had an hour and a half. Four days later, we made it priority. We dropped the kids off, moved some furniture and clicked play. Because I've only done yoga at my gym, I've never really put it all together that I'll be stretching and reaching high, so will Ricardo, and our sweet 1980's house has 8 foot ceilings. Unless Ricardo wants to scrape his knuckles raw doing sun salutations, we have a problem. We turned it off.
The truth is, my very awesome P90X plan didn't consider our house for little people, our height, or the fact that we do work from home, and it's probably a good idea to get out of the house on occasion. We fit in our house just fine, we just can't rock out an effective standing back bend like others might. Anyways, turns out, we're too tall for the combination of P90X and our house.
On top of all of that, I really miss my gym. I miss my pals there. I miss the steam room. And I miss the snack bar. So, we happily admit we are official P90X dropouts. Because we're too awesome tall for it. All you P90X'ers probably just uncrossed your "Bring It" arms in disgrace of us. It's a great workout, just not our fit. We love our gym!
That's how we roll.
Song of the day: Bring on the Night - The Police
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