
flexin my dinky little calves!
The Workout
My wife joined me again for the second day of P90X just cuz I am having a hard time wrapping my mind around the fact that I am back in it. She’s nice like that. Or so I thought.
Legs and Back was on the menu tonight and it was as tough as I had remembered it being. The fact that my hamstrings have been sore for a few weeks to the point of cramping on me regularly made this workout harder than it needed to be. Things started out well enough. The warm up was good – that is to say I did it all at once without pausing, hahahaha.
Seriously though, I was good until the first exercise – the balance lunges? Yeah. That’s when the struggle began. Then the Super Skaters, Wall Squats, Single Leg Wall Squats, Sneaky Lunges, Chair Pose, and 80-20 Siebers proceeded to provide me with a view of a parallel universe where I did nothing but kick my own ass in unimaginable ways. But you know what? The only thing I had to stop early was the single leg wall squats. Those were just too much on my back.
The Ab Ripper was even more brutal than the last few times I had done it because my abs are completely gone again and my back is very weak. As it stood, I managed to do 15 reps of all the exercises – to exhaustion – while holding off the back pain. The Mason Twists were my personal triumph over the whole thing as, when I started, I did 3 before my back pain stopped me. I went to get up and stop the DVD and call it a night. But I stopped half way and thought “no, I CAN do this” and then I proceeded to grind out 30 of 40.
I mean, compared to where I was last year, and compared to other folk who are more fit, it’s not much of a victory. But I am satisfied with it as I know it’s only improvement from here.
Right now, climbing stairs is like a tightrope walk as I try to gather my muscles to stabilize me and keep me standing as I limp up and down the stairs. But I know that in a few weeks it’ll be like I never had any trouble.

P90X-ident
For the back exercises, there were all those pull ups. See, I have 2 medium bands that I use at once for extra resistance. What I had been doing before is doubling up my bands and pausing and waiting while me and my workout buddy each did our reps. At the very first exercise, my wife had the idea of splitting my pull up bands into 2, so she could do one with me at the same time. Alright cool. I decided to try it out. She took one of my bands and put it on the jamb of my bathroom door, which opens into the main area we are at.
So I grab my band and begin to pull. I look at the door and see it flex. And I think “hm, that doesn’t look right”. But I keep going carefully and finish up my first set of pulls. When it was time for my second set, I figured that since I had done the first set with no issues, that it would be like this again.
Wrong.
As I grabbed the bands and began to go, I looked up and saw the door flexing. I got nervous and looked down for a moment. Part of it was that it was preemptive. I have always done that. If the band breaks from too much pressure or the door opens, that thing comes at you like a whip! But the band didn’t break, and the door did not open. Instead, the fabric hinge with the little bulge SOMEHOW managed to flatten enough to fit through the door slit (NO clue how it did that) and it came whipping at me as I looked down for that one, brief moment. All I heard was the snapping whip sound and then searing, intense pain on my head, neck and shoulders.
I screamed out in agony, was overcome with pain and proceeded to cry for like a minute. It was bananas. I have not cried from pain in over 3 years. Not during my ankle fracture, ankle sprains, ligament tears in either of my hands or wrists … the only things that made me cry were my herniated discs and my knee surgeries. But those injuries are severe. This was not, and it made me sob as intensely all the same. It was in-sanity.
After gathering myself and regaining control over my nervous system, I proceeded to finish my workout. All I could think about afterward was “What if I had been looking UP when the thing slipped?” Imagine the whipping my face would have received …
I actually shudder to think about what might have happened to my eyes or my nose, had that rubber band snapped back and hit them instead of my big, fat, bald head ….
And the aftermath was that my chest had enormous welts that looked like I had been whipped like a rented mule. See below.

What isn’t pictured: My head – which has a long, narrow red welt on it that looks like I was whipped with a giant penis.
My wife laughed nervously through it all as she felt badly that she was the one who set the things up. Which brings me to my next point, people …
NEVER, EVER let a spouse (or anyone, for that matter) who is not into P90X and does not use the equipment regularly to set it up for you. You’re just asking for my kind of trouble.
Bright side is that the injury isn’t permanent and that the pain will go away in a day or two.
Thought of the day
I’ve just gone through the entire Legs & Back routine, had my face nearly rearranged by the workout equipment and 3/4 done Ab-Ripper-X.
Tony Horton says “Party’s almost over, makes me sad”
I say out loud “I’m not sad, you sadistic bastard!”

It’s a love hate relationship with Tony, isn’t it? We want to get in shape and enjoy the after-effects of his P90X routine, but damn it if it isn’t agony while we’re doing our one millionth pull up or crunch …
But hey, Day 2 is in the books and I am on to bigger and more difficult things tomorrow.