Okay, so I know this is my third post in like 4 hours, but I feel bad.
I just ate a pretty humongous slice of humble pie...
Let me explain. This morning, when Mark wouldn't get up to work out, I wasn't necessarily very nice about it. In fact, in my head, I was thinking he was a slacker. So then after he left, I decided that I needed the cardio as well, and I'd just head on downstairs, pop Tony in the DVD player, and do the darn thing by myself.
Well. Let me just tell you. I couldn't get through the first 10 minutes of the video - INCLUDING the warm-up.
A lot of times people think that because I'm skinny, I'm in shape. Sometimes I'm fooled into this illusion as well. But let me tell you, a fast metabolism does not an athlete make. I turned off the video and decided that I REALLY did need the workout, and made up my own (WAY turned down than the P90X version.) I ended up doing 25 crunches, 25 leg lifts each side, 25 bicycles forwards and backwards, and 20 reps each of bicep curls, lateral raises (where you have your arms at your sides, then raise them straight out where your body makes a "T" shape), and upright rows (for forearms, I guess, where you have the dumbbells in front of you and pull straight up), with 3-lb. weights. And then I ran in place for maybe a total of 10 minutes? And! I did 15 push-ups! Probably the worst form imaginable, and you can bet that my nose didn't come anywhere near the floor ... but I pushed my self up and down without falling on my face a total of 15 times.
Anyway, all that to say ... I was worn. flat. out. 30 minutes of basic calisthenics, and I was D. O. N. E. DONE. So, I feel kind of bad for lecturing Mark about "not being serious" about working out and being healthy. As soon as he gets home, I'm going to apologize, and I'm going to try really hard to focus more on MY lack of cardio, and let him handle it on his end.
I can't believe I'm that out of shape.