I’ve already got big plans for 2012 and Christmas isn’t even over yet.
I’m not a big New Year’s Resolution person, but after spending all 2010 training for a half-marathon and most of 2011 “recovering” from it, I’ve decided I need to get back in shape.
I Have My Reasons
There are a couple of reason behind my wanting to get back in shape.
I’m not going into the health aspect because those are obvious and pretty much affect everyone. But I’ll just say that I know a certain someone who could run 10+ miles who now gets winded when he runs up the basement stairs.
The first reason is we supposedly only have 355 days left before all Hell breaks loose once 2012 starts.
I saw the movie. I know what’s sposed to happen and me being in shape means I’ll have a chance to outrun the incoming dangers. Not to mention that if I’m in better shape I’ll be able to help move stuff that might fall and trap us.
I’m still working on finding a billionaire Russian but I’m not worried; I’ve got time for that.
The second reason is that I’ll turn 39 in 2012 which means if we make it to 2013 I’ll be knocking on the door of the big 4-0.
That means I can officially and legitimately say, “I’m a man. I’m 40,” like Oklahoma State’s football coach.
It also means that my theme song for 2013 will be Kid Rock’s “Forty.” For those of you that don’t know the semi-country song, you can see him perform it live here (The first 1:20 is celebs wishing Kid Rock Happy Birthday). The clean version of the song can be found here (Mom, you need to listen to this one). Seriously, take the time to watch one of the videos. The song is really funny and the “dirty” video has some really funny stuff in it too.
I’ve told myself that I’d like to be in the best shape of my life when I hit 40. I’m not worried; I’ve got time for that too.
Ready to Get Fired Up
We did P90X back in 2010, well it was more like P37X because we didn’t make it all 90 days, and Tammy didn’t like it because there were a lot of push ups and pull-ups.
So I recently downloaded a new workout called TurboFire which is made by the same P90X people and that I thought would be fun to do.
I sent Tammy an email with a link to a new workout program that I wanted us to start after Christmas and I could sense her enthusiasm right away.
Tammy: Geez…that’s a lot of days.
I checked the workout schedule to see what she was talking about because I didn’t think it had us working out eight days a week. Nope, it has workouts scheduled for six days a week.
Me: Fine, then don’t do it. But you’re gonna be jealous when you see me gettin’ totally ripped.
Tammy: I’ll do it but just looking at how many days it is makes me not like it.
Tammy’s not real big into the whole “what doesn’t kill me only makes me stronger” thing. She’s more of a “it may not kill me but it’s gonna make me wish I was dead so why bother” kinda person.
To help motivate her, I responded with a picture of Future Me surrounded by what can only be Future Tammy and one of her hot friends.
Judging by her response, I’m pretty sure she liked Future Me.
Tammy: Oh brother.
Tonight’s the Night
“We” are sposed to start it tonight but I’m worried that Tammy is gonna pull out the stall tactics that I’ve seen before.
When I was running, I’d come home, take care of Savannah, change clothes and be out within 10 minutes of walking in the door.
I’m the same way with working out because I know the longer it takes me to get started the more likely I’ll be to NOT start at all. I’m all, “The sooner we get started the sooner we’ll be done” when it comes to that stuff.
Tammy, on the other hand, is more of the “late to get home, need to read the mail before I change clothes, where are my yoga pants, is it too late to work out because I don’t like to eat late” kind of person.
I Really Think I’m Dying
I already know she’s going to hate the program and not just because of how many workout days are scheduled.
I’ve fast-forwarded through some of the workouts to get an idea about what’s going on. Let’s just say it looked as if the Energizer Bunny was on speed and that was when I hit play.
I know Tammy doesn’t do very well with high tempo exercises.
During P90X’s Plyometrics she thought she was going to die.
I can’t wait to see how she reacts to tonight’s Fire 30 Class. I’ll tell her to “dress up” just in case we need to call for help.
I’m hoping I’ll be able to make it out of bed in the morning.
We made it.
At about the 27-minute mark I was asking, “What did I get myself into?”
And by the 27-minute mark I don’t mean when we were 27 minutes in. I mean after we were THREE minutes in.
Tammy wasn’t too thrilled about it but she kept at it the entire time.
I didn’t say much to her during the exercises. I kept thinking she was mad at me because her face was so red.
Turns out she was prolly on the verge of heat stroke.
TurboFire is some hardcore crap and I know it’s gonna be hell getting out of bed in the morning.