This isn’t going to be a before and after success story but, since I’m about to begin a round of P90x I thought I’d re-record a little history of this project as I am one of only a few people who’ve seen it from its humble start to becoming the number one fitness program in the country. There used to be an online “scrap book” about its formation but it’s been down for a few years. My account will be different, anyways (feeling a bit Deadwood-ish with this ‘anyways’ insert), since my involvement was more behind the scenes and technical. If you check in over the next 90 days I’ll shed some light on its evolution. Besides an account of my suffering as I get back into proper birthday challenge shape, I’ll recount a few yarns about the story of P90x. You’ll learn a bit about why 90x was formed, why it works the way it does, and some of the stumbling blocks we overcame along the way.
Once again I find myself in terrible shape (this is relative, of course). I have some personal info that will serve as an excuse when it’s announced but, excuses or not, this is a pattern that I often fall in to. It’s really by choice to a degree. I enjoy the journey of getting back into shape. I also find recovery/rest/lazy phases important for not just body recovery but for mental stimulation as well. Without motivation all endeavors are compromised. My post challenge fallout generally begins feeling listless and ends when my motivation comes back. This year, it’s a been a bit longer than normal.
This time, however, I have no huge objective to train for. This mean that my latest round of the X will be less abridged to accommodate my sports specific training than usual. I generally have a huge amount of outside training that I need to do, which changes the X routine. For example, here’s my X schedule training for my 2003 birthday challenge:
This year I’m quite busy so I’m going to focus on recovery, overall body conditioning, and rehab to build myself back up to doing some bigger challenges next year. I still have some nagging injuries from last year’s little epics. I have some arthritis in both my hands and feet–common for climbers/untrarunners etc. I have other issues in one knee and one foot. But both are more chronic than acute (though my December “ankle”–actually foot–sprain was worse than I’d originally thought). Anyways (really, if they can say this all the time in a show that wins heaps of writing awards…), the cure for nagging injuiries is to get your body into tip top condition. The fitter you are the more you resist breakdown. Doing sports all the time creates overuse and you become out of balance, muscularly. An intense program like the X brings everything back into balance, or homeostasis. And this gives you more capacity to thrash your body in whatever endeavors you pick up next.
So, okay, that’s enough for today. I’ve a lot to do. I’m going to take before and after photos, which is something that I never do. Frankly, they won’t look like too much. I’m out of shape but hardly fat–though I call myself fat constantly. What’s really going to change is my performance. This will be huge. So I’m going to subject myself to a fit test today. Ohhhh, and it’s going to suck. Bad. I can’t believe that just a few months ago I was fit enough to do this:
Don’t just train hard; train smart.