Today, Shaun T. and I had a fundamental difference of opinion.  He thought the workout was fun, and I did not.

Last week was a nice reprieve from the usual daily grind of a high energy, ridiculous & fairly difficult workout.  My ankles ~ which were hurting in the weirdest place ~ felt better after a few days of rest, and even thanked me by not complaining when I decided to wear shoes other than flip flops.  (I have sprained, twisted … well, pretty much abused my ankles in every way possible -other than breaking!- throughout my life of playing soccer, taking an abundance of dance classes, and generally being somewhat of a clutz).

So this morning I geared up to rejoin the rat race that is ‘Insanity.’  I was well-rested, well-fed, and had enough pent-up frustration with a little thing called work to (I felt) sustain me throughout the workout.

I was wrong.

First of all, the initial 4 weeks of ‘Insanity’ are not easy.  I can assure you of that.  But these new workouts?  I have choice words reserved for what just happened during that 60 minute DVD of craziness.  And none of them are positive right now.

At one point, my legs felt like jelly and when I checked the clock, instead of only having about 15 minutes left (my usual … oh please let this be over soon check-in time during the first few weeks) there were 39. Whole. Minutes. Left.  I’m speechless except to say … INSANE.

This shiz, it’s more than bananas.

I will say that last week’s Rest Workout (Core Cardio Balance) wasn’t totally easy, but it did discombobulate me a bit.  When I work out, I like to either work out hard, or not work out at all (there’s very little gray area).  So doing a workout that felt like 60% was challenging.  Add to this that we didn’t have cheerios in the house all last week (I could have gone to Acme to buy some, but I prefer generic Cheerios from Aldis, so I was waiting to make the trip this past weekend with John cuz Aldis isn’t exactly around the corner) and the whole week felt off.  At least now, all feels right again.

I began the day with my Crispy Oats. I endured an entire ‘Insanity’ work out and didn’t pass out on the living room floor only to be found hours later by John arriving home from work and confused that he hasn’t heard from me all day.  (Obsess much, I ask myself?)

I have every intention of indulging in my last great vice ~ Soy Chai Latte from Starbucks ~ on my way into the city this afternoon.   I think that getting beat up by Shaun T. via DVD is a totally great excuse to treat myself to a drink that has more calories than some fast food burgers.

My philosophy ~ if I start saying no to Starbucks now, at some point in the future, I’ll hole myself up with gallons of soy milk and chai concentrate, and drink it all until I make myself sick.  At least it’s not cigarettes or drugs, right?

Plus, something’s gotta keep me motivated not to stand Shaun T. up tomorrow morning.  I’m gonna keep these dates for another 4 weeks.  And then the whole workout can go back on the shelf for awhile, until I feel motivated again in a few months.  I mean, even Shaun T. needs a break every once in awhile, right?