Funny thing about this, or more like karma, I was reading Sam's P90x blog right before I went on my mission and laughed (to myself lightly - Sam, in case you're reading this...) about his reason. I laughed (more like a light "ha") because I noticed that I don't grit my teeth when working out, but, in a very odd way, almost dislocate my bottom jaw in some weird breathing form. Kind of like how my son pouts.
So after I was midstream in the workout, Plyo Pushups came around. I wasn't ready for this at all. I had a week and some time off healing from being sick and by the time this torture came about, I was WASTED - and not in the fun, with your friends, on a Saturday night way. More like in the "I Can't Hold Myself Up" way.
So there I was, in the push up position ready to beat gravity and push the ground when I flew up in the air and landed onto a slippery hand. BAM. Face Plant. 'Nuff said.
I was OK, no physical injury but I actually looked around, in my basement, to see if anyone saw me. Found my two dogs just laughing to themselves. I knew they were. I could see it on their snouts. Friends huh...
Ego hurt aside, I finished Ab Ripper. Man, a FEW weeks off from this and I knew it! I was killing it before I came back from Africa, now it was teaching me a lesson in ass kicking.
I finished it thinking that I can't have that hanging over my head. What would me Army friends think? And then to finish it off, I did about 15 mins of HIIT on the tread mill just so I could say that I did. I'm done.
Mark out...
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