P90X Day 3: Girl Look At That Body...

Ow. I work out. Ow.

Or, more accurately, OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

Last night was shoulders and arms. And that was fine. Plus Ab Ripper. Which hurt like all get-out, but we accomplished it. I only left 2 exercises out, because I literally couldn't do them. At one point, I was lying on the floor, not sure if I was laughing or crying, but definitely screaming, "NO MORE P90X!" So, only leaving 2 out is not awful... I did crunches during that time, which hurt pretty bad, and I did the other million ab ripping, excruciating activities that Tony told me to do. So, yeah, that was OW. But why the OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW?

MY LEGS! I'll get you, Pylometrics. And your little cat-like jumps, too.

I can barely walk. Quads hurt the worst. Stairs are a new challenge. Ahhhhh. But you know what? It's a good kind of sore. The one you get after you've accomplished a tough workout. The kind of sore that lets you know you've done something. So, when I'm running around in a few weeks, not staggering like a zombie, I'll be pretty proud. Until then, please don't shoot me, I'm not a zombie. I just P90X.