Last night, I bravely pressed “play” on the first Insanity workout, the first time I’ve tried an Insanity workout since last summer, and proceeded to gasp, wheeze, whine, and hyperventilate my way through the next 40 minutes. Good lord, those workouts are just as tough as I remember them! I must admit I spat out a few f*ck you’s at Shaun T, the instructor, but I did my best, took breaks to suck air when I needed to, and somehow made it through to the end.
Honestly, if the instructor was anyone else besides Shaun T, I don’t think I would do these workouts. There is just something about him. No, I don’t have a raging crush on him or anything like that. He is just the right blend of tough and encouraging, pushing you yet also giving off that vibe of a stern yet caring big brother who would sit and listen to all your problems, and dish out tough love as needed, but with a sincere hug at the end. It helps that I read his book, and knowing more about his childhood and background makes him even more appealing as a fitness instructor, because he has had struggles too.
When it was all over, and I could breathe again, and was certain I did not require medical equipment to stabilize my heart, I thought, “That wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.” I am by no means saying it was easy. It wasn’t! But I made it through more reps and didn’t take nearly as many breaks as I thought I would have to. Oh, and I didn’t collapse in a quivering, sobbing heap on the floor, in a pool of my own sweat. That’s always a plus.
Or maybe that’s just oxygen deprivation talking, cunningly tricking me into doing another Insanity workout. Either way, I survived to tell about the first one, so I will definitely attempt the next one too!
Sweat & Sparkle 