ARE YOU EFFING KIDDING ME?
This workout is no joke. No. Joke. At all.
I don’t know why, when I read “Strength Intervals” on my PiYo calendar, I pictured us standing there, somewhat stationary, doing squats and lunges.
Intervals obviously involve cardio.
And Chalene obviously loves intervals.
I don’t know how the three “regular” people on the screen didn’t just die after the first ten minutes. I was ultra-modifying along with Michelle the Modifier, and I could barely do it. Several times I sprung up from one of those 8-count lunges (again – are you effing kidding me?), screaming “Fuuuuuuuuuuudge me!” (except I obviously didn’t say “fudge”), convinced that my burning glute muscles were going to detach themselves from my skeleton in order to form the perfect model for an Auntie Anne’s pretzel.
Still, I have to admit, there’s no way I would have been able to do this workout at all the first week. My conditioning has certainly improved. Walking to Rita’s the other night for my first sprinkle-dipped soft serve cone in probably three years, we walked up a ramp to a pedestrian bridge to get across the street.
On the way back, Sous Chef commented, “You didn’t break a sweat at all on that ramp. A while back, you would’ve stopped talking and been all out of breath. Today, you just kept going.”
I hadn’t even noticed this improvement, which is one of the many, many reasons I love my Sous Chef.
I’m hoping that in another month, I’ll return to this Strength Interval workout and be able to do more.
Maybe I won’t even notice, but that’s okay. I’ll just keep going.
BTW, while I think I look pretty darn good in this post-workout selfie (I am still not a huge fan of them, but it helps them to look better when you’ve lost a little weight and your cheeks don’t look like they’re stuffed with marshmallows), please note that the reason my cheeks look especially thin and my lips are puckered is because I was taking deep, deep breaths in an effort to not pass out.