Ah plyo... how I dislike you. Yet you're fun. Guess this is a love-hate thing. One thing I've discovered now that I'm doing the whole 90 days of P90X is that I'm pushing myself harder than when I was joining Todd here and there during his initial round of P90X. Like the hot foot move. Jumping on one foot isn't my favorite, so before I just did the jump rope modification. Now I figure I should be doing the hardest possible move I can be.
I didn't think my arms were really going to be sore today, but then the evening came and plyo came. And they are. I'm hoping we can get tomorrow's workout in before 10 or 11 pm. These late nights are killing me. But I do get to sleep in tomorrow morning, assuming the boy lets me!
On a random side note, while watching Isaiah try to crawl today (on Todd's yoga mat) I decided that crawling is to him what the yoga pose crane is to me. The concept is there, effort is being made, but there's a disconnect with achieving the desired outcome. And there's the outside chance of doing a faceplant.
Alright, there's my thoughts for the night. Recovery drink is drunk and it's time for a shower.
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