Expanding Networks - Shrinking Waistlines

Who would have thought that the first one back on the blog would be Lady J? - but here I am Xer's, deal with it! Last night I introduced a new friend, let's call him, "LL" to not only his first P90X workout, but his first home workout EVER! It's always good to bring a new person into your workout routine to remind yourself just how crazy you are. Katie and I at this point are pretty much used to each other's ranting, screaming, eye bulging, profanity throwing ways - welcome, LL to the community. I'd also like to make a quick shout out to KC Krunch 46 who has been doing the P90X vids on her own at home.

Look at this chickie, does that look eXtreme to you?

Working at home I only had enough weights for myself so I gave "LL" some bands to work with...I thought this would be enough but upon a last minute switcheroo at the workout's conclusion (him taking my weights and me grabbing the band) it became abundantly clear that the bands just aren't "X" enough for this kind of workout.

I must say it was beyond fabulous to get my groove back on and sweat out a bit. As you may have noticed from the brief blog silence K-doh and my's schedules have really picked up lately...Don't worry we plan to go back full force when my show closes and have abs to strong they'll cut you if you look at them wrong, by summer.

I must get back to my recruits.

- The Networking Secretary.

MORE Slack that you should cut us (more,more,more!)

Hi Xers,
I'm just writing to clarify that I was not supporting nor citing a Southern Uprising with my reference to rebel yell in the previous entry. If anything I meant this, ohhhh did I mean it:

Rebel Yell - Billy Idol

Last night a little dancer came dancin' to my door


Last night a little angel Came pumpin cross my floor

She said "Come on baby I got a license for love

And if it expires pray help from above"



In the midnight hour she cried- "more, more, more"

With a rebel yell she cried- "more, more, more"

In the midniight hour babe- "more, more, more"

With a rebel yell- "more, more, more"

More, more, more.



She don't like slavery, she won't sit and beg

But when I'm tired and lonely she sees me to bed

What set you free and brought you to be me babe

What set you free I need you hear by me

Because



In the midnight hour she cried- "more, more, more"

With a rebel yell she cried- "more, more, more"

In the midniight hour babe- "more, more, more"

With a rebel yell- "more, more, more"



He lives in his own heaven

Collects it to go from the seven eleven

Well he's out all night to collect a fare

Just so long, just so long it don't mess up his hair.



I walked the ward with you, babe

A thousand miles with you

I dried your tears of pain, babe

A million times for you



I'd sell my soul for you babe

For money to burn with you

I'd give you all, and have none, babe

Just, just, justa, justa to have you here by me

Because



In the midnight hour she cried- "more, more, more"

With a rebel yell she cried- "more, more, more"

In the midniight hour babe- "more, more, more"

With a rebel yell she cried "more, more, more"

More, more, more.



Oh yeah little baby

she want more

More, more, more, more, more.



Oh yeah little baby

she want more

More, more, more, more.



- The secretary with MORE

Slack (that you should cut us)

'Xcuse me? But are YOU doing P90X? No...we are! Cut us some slack.
K-dawg and I got sick, like with the flu and the etcs surrounding the flu. We missed some workouts but are now doing AbRipperX everyday at work. (In the back closet storage room while wearing XXL work sponsored T-shirts).

K   "Julie, did you have a good time on your date?"
J   "I did, I had such a good time that I did 365 core-building exercises."
K   "Now, that's a good time"

Rebel Yell! (or yelp)
More to come,

"but for now, we'll make a vow to just/ keep it in the closet. Aaow"

The Power Lunch Secretary.

The Opposite of a Love Letter

Week 7, days 1 & 2

"Hatred is the coward's revenge for being intimidated."  - George Bernard Shaw
"A true man hates noone."- Napoleon Bonaparte

Dear Tony,

Here's the thing. Julie and I have clearly been off our schedule, but still doing all the workouts, sometimes out of order. I started Monday with Legs and Back (way out of order, leftover from week 6) and worked the hardest ever on my ocks de la butt; Julie concurs, as she did her LB over the weekend. We hurt. Then, Tuesday, we jumped right into week 7 with the first video of the series, gearin' to go for a week straight. I chimed, hey, we've always improved and dominated each week, this will be great; it's the third one, the series is almost over! As you very well know, the first video of this series is the dreaded CBT (chest back triceps), about which I wrote loud, angry poetry and talked about sandwiches the first week; Julie wrote hell the second week. Well, this week, I write murder. No poetry, just straight-up heinous despise. It wasn't "great," and I didn't kill it, not even close to the first time I did it! But I sure feel like I could kill the inventor of this funny little workout ( that would be you, Tcat). Don't worry, I got tons out of it, I pushed through the pain. This leads me back to my ongoing my theory, that I shared in an earlier entry, about how this plays into muscle confusion. Not only are we confused, we're also improving as we simply learn and as we get it down pat, work even harder, working harder = we improve and feel it more- should be a happy cycle, but it's getting vicious. We've added "tired" into that mix. Tony, I'm tired! And then you kick us while we're down, like a mean boyfriend who changes the channel and hides the remote, by making us do Plyometrics on day 2! I have much love for the jumps, I've already told you, but man alive it kicked my A tonight. Julie and I feel so hateful, so much hate! Hate hate hate hate, neener neener NEEEENERRR! And no, I'm not intimidated, George. I'm also not a man, so I can hate whomever I want to, Napoleon, BOO. So THERE! AHHH!

Tony, baby, don't hurt me. Don't hurt me no more.

Sincerely,
Your ex-fan.



EDIT::
For you readers: During clapping pushups, Tony launches his ENTIRE body off the floor. I mean, Tony, stop that. Wipe that face off your head. Quit being a show-off. We hate you right now (but we secretly want to make out with you after we watch you fly into the air like that). Lovehatelovehate.

Love,
The Rancorously Amorous Secretary

Update

Week 6, day 6
Kenpo + Ab Ripper X

Nothing much to say about the workout, really. As I improve form I'm getting more and more out of the exercises. I think I got a really good serious crunch or RIP into Ab Ripper X this go 'round.

I feel your pain...

The surprise is that i'm still in, "sit down with caution" agony from Legs & Back on Sunday. Ok Tony, I surrender.

::Sigh::

The Kitten Heel Secretary

Superman Banana

I'll show you superman banana.

"Superman don't need no seatbelt." - Muhammed Ali

February 17, 2010

This day marked another disappointing X workout (Last Wednesday to be exact. It took me that long to get over it). So it was something like week 6, day 2. I've already expressed that I prefer Billy Blanks over Tony when it comes to martial arts, i.e. Tae Bo v. Kenpo. On those days, I'm either going to plyo it up or throw in a little Billy and go to town. I also will never do Cardio X again, either. And probably won't even touch X-Stretch, because I don't believe in it in advance, but I digress.

To mix things up a niggle, on our Plyometrics day, Julie and I decided to give Cardio X a shout-out. Tonebone references the cardio during the plyos video, as it is supposedly a suitable workout for those who don't feel they are ready for plyometrics. That said, we knew going in that it might be a touch less intense than plyos, but we still didn't know what to expect. Well, to call it a little less intense is an understatement- too bad Tony wasn't feeling very creative the day he invented Cardio X, because there isn't anything new OR X about it! It was a small combination of the Kenpo (sucks), Plyometrics (awesome but not enough in this vid to get anything out of it) and Yoga X (also great, but not what I want for my cardio burn day!) all rolled into one realllly lame, underwhelming workout. There were probably about 10-15 minutes where Hulie and I were reaching for air, but then it ended. And then we looked at each other and agreed that we could probably work out for another hour. That's not the point of P90x, is it Tony? I'm not supposed to end your workout, that has both the word "cardio" and "x" in the title, feeling I should have just run in place for an hour to get something out of it.  Cardio X= misleading.

However, if you want to remain entertained, even through this terd workout, then stick around for Superman Banana. It, hilariously, is what it sounds like. You have all probably heard of the Superman exercise, used during core work. It's for your core back muscles; you lay on your tum, arms/legs outstretched and raised, as if zooming through the air like our favorite spandex-clad, superhero. The banana is just the opposite- lay on your back, arms/legs outstretched and raised up, like a Pilates Teaser. Now, put it all together and turn yourself around, that's what it's all about! Superman, Banana!! Superman, Banana!! Tbizz yells it out as you flip back and forth between the two, which is more like a really heavy flail, during which I end up using my arms to help me flip. I get it, you're supposed to use your core to jump from front to back; skill should eventually supersede idiocy, but I don't care! It. is. ridiculous. Talk about a drive through Weirdville on that one. "Superman don't need no seatbelt" and he sure wasn't wearin' one that day! Superman, Superlame-o crash and burn.Tony, don't ever make me do that again.

(added by J-diddy)

Love,
The Superirritated Secretary

Work-end (weekend)

Week 6, days 4&5

I'll be honest, we're missing a few entries in here but we didn't really miss any workouts. (At some point Katie will write a hilarious entry containing two words, "Superman" and "Banana.")

On to the weekend. Well, I managed to drag my lazy buttinsky off the couch and do two P90X workouts this weekend.  As far as witty zingers about my workout with Tony, well, it's getting a little harder as the weeks go on.  I love the Ton(e). I will admit to you that I talk back to him while alone in my apartment and applaud with the foursome on the screen at the end of the workout.
I'm finally gaining some sort of coordination with the leg workouts and with less stumbling I do more working. I sit here hours after legs & back feeling fabulously fatigued.

Accomplishments!:

- I can do all "sneaky lunges" without stopping for a break or tipping over.
- I can do 15-20 reps on all arm exercises with good form.

Holler!
- The working-from-home Secretary.