Stop the Insanity

No really. Stop. I wish I could yet at the same time know I won’t because down deep I really don’t want to. Let me explain.

Henry and I started Insanity last Monday. It seemed like a good day. For starters, it was a Monday. We all know that good habits start on Mondays. Mondays are clean slate day. The Year of Jubilee day (at least in my book). The day to begin all things new.

It was also Labor Day so we cheated a little bit by not having to get up early on our first day. Probably a good thing in terms of going from doing absolutely no form of exercise to doing a workout regimen called INSANITY. That in and of itself qualifies us as insane.

By the end of the warm up I was pretty sure I was going to die. My life flashed before my eyes as I fought the black closing in on my peripheral vision. And then Sean T. (the instructor) said it was time to stretch.

Thank the living Lord in heaven.

Except the stretching was yoga in disguise. So my legs were shaking by the second stretch. And instead of knowing I was going to die, I knew for quite sure I was going to vomit.

But then I didn’t.

And 30 minutes or 40 minutes or 28 gosh-darn minutes later (it really doesn’t matter because I could hardly function anyway) we were cooling down and doing yoga disguised as stretching again. Inhale up… exhale down.

For the record, I didn’t pass out or vomit (not that first day any way. I did vomit the second day). But I did lay face down on our bed for about 20 minutes before recovering completely. And by recovering I mean being able to walk around, get a shower, and make lunches. I do not mean moving without sore muscles.

The good news is that we’re into week two and while I’m pretty much over getting out of bed at 5 am to torture myself every morning, I kindof like being up before the kids and getting a few quiet minutes before “starting work.” (although truth be told, I nurse Piper before we work out and sometimes Ryan’s sitting in the room watching us… but it’s all good). The bad news is my writing is taking a hit. I used to do it once the kids were asleep but I’m pretty much mush by then…. so much to tell you guys. But for now, I’m working on being insane.