turnonmyheels

We're not talking about the blister on my left foot. We're not talking about the wanna be blister on my right foot.

We're *really* not talking about my itunes and the clusterfuck that is my ipod.

We're also not going to talk about the Zumba class I taught today with around 47 people [please see things we're not talking about 1 and 2]

It came today and I had to start it. I really want Sunday to be my "off" day and there's only one way to accomplish that, which is by starting on Monday.

I didn't bring it. I didn't go balls out. I set goals like the man said to do and in every single case I met them. At the time I was thinking, I'm not going balls-out enough. BUT He said to pace myself.

I'm a fitness professional I know how to pace myself! So I did. So I thought. I guess we'll see tomorrow when I struggle out of bed at 5:30 to do Plyometrics.

And I've got limp noodle arms that I can already tell are going to hurt like a mofo tomorrow.

It was chest and back day. Which means push ups, pull ups [I haven't put my bar together yet, much less put it on a door. They sent these nifty bands and with an empty closet rod I imitated the pull ups. I used easiest of the three bands they sent], and a couple of weight exercises.

It was also evidently the ab ripper day since that started immediately after the first part finished.

Does the ab-ripper always start up on days I'm supposed to do it? If Stoney doesn't answer I'll do some checking later.

My plan this week is to pace myself. See what the program is like, learn the form, make sure my breathing is in check and not kill myself.

We'll bring it after I know what the hell I'm doing ~.^