Yoga.
I hate yoga. I'm really trying to follow the plan as closely as possible. Other than one day when I was really sick, I've worked out everyday, even the other days when I was sick. I've done the warmups and cool downs. I've eaten well and drank my muscle shakes. But I freakin' HATE yoga.
I'm ok with difficult. Most of this program is pretty difficult. Actually, I enjoy the push, and love the burn after that tells you that progress has been made. But I hate yoga. I hate this routine because it bores me. My mind knows no zen. I like active workouts. From the moment I start, I'm watching the countdown clock waiting for it to end. I fight the devil on my shoulder telling me its ok to cut this one short (after all, I've done really well, I deserve a break).
And I'm not good at it. I stumble, I fall, I shake. I'm frustrated by my inability and sometimes still from my lack of understanding the movements.
BUT..... I did it. I stuck the whole thing out. I tried my hardest on every move. When I stumbled, I steadied. When I fell, I got back up. When I shook, I well.... shook even more.
I'm not sure I could honestly say it was my most intense physical effort, but I did work up a good sweat. It may have been my most intense psychological effort though, as every minute was a battle.
Next week is recovery week, and it has yoga twice. Ugh.
Tomorrow: Legs & Back + Ab Ripper
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