It’s time. That’s really all there is to it.
It’s time to seriously get in shape. I’ve had a gym membership for almost a year (at the same gym, consistently) and yet my level of motivation is just not where it needs to be. ARGH!! It’s time to get serious. The most serious program I could find was P90X. I have known a few friends who have done it, few of whom actually completed the 90 days, and of those few- most were men.
I am definitely in for some serious punishment. I fear there may be weeping and gnashing of teeth. Be prepared.
I’ve run two half-marathons, one semi-prepared and one utterly untrained, and I am truly doubting they will compare to the 90 days of pure muscle torture that I am about to unleash.
I will say, my silver lining in addition to ripping some muscles unknown to my arms in my former life will be having Tony Horton as my guide. At least I will have something pleasurable to look at- that is, if I can see through my tears.
Love handles beware: Anything that brings me to tears just THINKING about the pain will definitely leave no place for you.