In January, I started P90X. For the first five or six weeks, I was unstoppable. Then the kids and I took turns getting sick and for the next 7 weeks, I did the best I could but I missed some workouts.
Through it all, I kept going to Zumba as often as possible. After the first 90 days were up, I attempted to 'maintain' by throwing in the P90X weight routines a couple times a week.
But here's the thing. The reason it's a 90 day program is because all the workouts work together and by picking and choosing what workouts to do, I really wasn't doing myself any favors. Sure, it was better than not working out at all - but the results when you follow the program are way more dramatic than if you half-ass it.
Then again, that's true of most things, isn't it?
So on Monday, Robert and I started P90X together. He wants to build his upper body strength, I want to meet my weight loss goal. 70 more pounds. I figure it will take 2 to 3 rounds for me. Robert will likely be where he wants to be halfway through the program. Sigh.
I'm also throwing Zumba in 3 to 5 times a week. Mostly because Zumba to me is just sheer joy. The workout is a bonus.
Last night, I came home from Zumba soaking wet with sweat, cleaned up and climbed into bed to read.When Robert came bed and I had to move over (I'm a bed hog and had draped myself across the bed diagonally) I am not exaggerating when I say that every muscle in my body hurt or was stiff.
Shouldn't I get prior credit or something for having done P90X?
To my great surprise, this morning I was fine when I woke up. I'm still a little sore and a little stiff in places, but at least I'm not considering rolling myself down the stairs instead of walking down them. And compared to last night? That's some serious progress.