Plyo...medic!

I am currently typing this blog while trying to stay as still as humanly possible. Any slight move to the left or right is not an option. Not. An. Option.

How did I get this way you ask? One word. Plyometrics.

So I have been working out with my sister every Monday, I conveniently chose to do the easiest work outs on her set of p90x dvds because I'm a wimp. And frankly, no real person should look like that instructor.... no one.

So we normally work out our arms, abs or core which sounds like a lot but at this point several weeks in it has become bearable. So all during this process we have been discussing the plyometrics dvd that apparently no one wants to do with her since it is like Chuck Norris on crack. Lots of jumping, kicking, leaping... you name it. I however, like a total stupid idiot went a little crazy this past weekend due to a birthday party and felt the need to punish myself. I shot off the the text that would change my week forever "I think I'll join you for Plyo this week!" Duh dah duhhhhh.

She pounced on me in no time, "Awwww Sheeyat dude, you in for trouble then." I mean this is my sister, we grew up together (thank you captain obvious) this couldn't be any worse than the time when we were kids and she ran to the recliner when I was chasing her and plopped down, threw her legs in the air as I was still running towards her, and kicked me right in the kisser.



Wrong.


So I went over there and we got started. The warm up finished and frankly I felt like I was finished too. But I continued. I am not sure at this point whether or not it was my need to keep up with my sister that provoked me to finish or that I actually was doing good, so I kept going. Maybe both, but either way I would regret it for the rest of the week. At one point I was kicking in the air and nearly fell over on to my sister and repaid her the favor from 2 decades earlier. After I "leaped" over the river several times and sweat went directly in to my mouth and eye ball, I was over it. For the record, neither of those things feels or tastes good.

I opted not to lay still for to long for fear of not being able to get up and I can honestly say that after two days... the moral of this story is:
Call your sister and ask her to just kick you in the face. You would feel better by now.