Starting today, my boyfriend and I will be doing the Insanity workout. Insane, you ask? Yes. In all honesty, I miss being in shape. I used to play soccer, and dance, and snowboard, and… you get the idea. Then college came and went, and the six-pack went with it. Don’t worry, I’m not one of those average girls who complains that she’s so fat blah blah blah. I am of healthy weight, I would just like to tone it up a bit. I’ve heard horror stories about this workout plan, and I’m ready. Well, as soon as today’s headache decides it would like to vacate.
The Boyfriend started this morning, just the fitness test, and said he felt like jello afterwords. I’m a bit nervous because I don’t know what to expect. I spent hours Google-ing whether or not Insanity actually works, and how difficult it truly is, and I’m looking forward to Hell and its results. I’m ready. I’m tired of saying I’m going to go for a run, when in all reality, my run turns into a slight jog, followed by a few minutes of walking, followed by slower walking, and then just ceases to be called a “run” at all. I went to the gym a couple times, mainly to do yoga, but I just couldn’t afford more than the free three day trial. So it’s time. I’m ready. Here we go. Wish me luck.
The Urban Liberal 