I wasn't going to admit to this, but Travis and I have started the Insanity workout. Here's the thing - I've never been one for exercise. Every once in a while, I feel guilty about my inactivity and start some sort of a workout (jogging, walking with friends at lunch, going to the gym, etc). It's usually short lived because I despise it so much. In the past, I have had people offer to loan me the Insanity or P90X disks. I was always quick to say 'no thanks!' This time, Travis got a hold of a set on his own, so there's no avoiding it.
I don't usually talk about exercising because I hate telling people that I'm doing it, only to quit a month later and have to admit it. This time I've decided to talk about it. Though make no mistake, my goal at this point is to make it three days. We have two days down, so if I can make it through tonight, I'll have made my goal. If I'm still into it, I will lengthen my goal periodically.
The workout involves a lot of movement. Our living room is fairly small and has hardwood floors, so all our jumping would probably shake the house and disturb the kids. So Travis set up a TV and DVD player out in the garage. An additional bonus is the cold concrete so I can pass out on the chilled floor whenever I feel like I'm going to overheat.
The first night was just the fit test. You have a minute of some exercise you do repeatedly, then a minute of rest to drink water and write down how many you were able to do. We are supposed to do this every two weeks so we can see how much we are improving for motivation. It was ridiculous. I was like, "This is just a test?? It's not even the workout?? I'm DYING." I made it through each workout and wrote down my numbers as we went. Travis on the other hand, was going bat shit crazy and couldn't even keep his head straight enough to count. Sooooo he has no baseline to go from.
We brought the baby monitor out to the garage with us, but we can't really hear if Aiden gets out of bed. The next morning we found out he had wet the bed. When we asked him why he didn't go to the bathroom like he always does and he said he tried to tell us, but we were hiding from him. I guess he tried to come out while we were in the garage. I felt horrible. But then I remembered he had snuck out of his room to get a toy that was in our room and fell asleep with it (caught red-handed). He has no problem sneaking out for toys, but not to use the toilet. Not sure what that was about.
The second night (last night), we showed him how to call for us through the baby monitor. We went through our normal routine and had him go pee before bed (like always) and then we headed out to the garage. 15 minutes into our workout (cardio and plyometrics) and was calling for me through the baby monitor. I went inside and brought him to the bathroom so he could take care of the few drops he mustered up, then sent him back to bed. The whole time I did high knees and butt kicks outside the bathroom door while I coached him to hurry.
I think the second night was harder. Travis thought it was easier. I think he just learned to pace himself a bit. I honestly couldn't keep up for the last 8 minutes. I half did what was asked of me, but I knew if I got down in the high plank position one more time, my arms would give out and I'd have to explain a bruised chin at work today.
The beginning of the workout is okay. I want to die by the end of it and afterward I feel faint and honestly a little pissed. I don't know why all the people on the video are smiling, yelling and high-fiving. I wanted to high five Travis in the face when he lifted his hand for our own celebration. Outside of that, I don't mind it. I'm sore today and honestly I like it. The workouts are about 45 minutes long and it's in my garage which means my travel time (as opposed to driving to a gym) is amazing. I hate that my only free time is now filled, but it seems to be a good exchange. Now let's see how long I can do this...