No One Said It Was Easy - Tony Horton
Tony Horton has created an ass kicking workout that has revolutionized exercise for thousands of warriors, from gym rats to congressmen from Mike and Mike to Bruno Mars and even dopey me.
In 2007 The Donald and I watched an infomercial on an airplane flying home from Disney World. After a week of feasting and drinking we felt as if returning home we should embark on a cleansing of sorts. We ordered P90X and completed Phase 1 and Phase 2, each 30 days. We never entered Phase 3 because The Donald needed surgery. I sometimes refer to him as a semi-colon, I'll say no more.
March of 2011, spurred on by my inability to lose weight, perhaps my mother's death and the need to 'do something' and feel good, I started again. It was March 28th and I had just begun my period, too much information warning too late, too bad. I popped the first DVD into the laptop in the basement and smirked as I heard Tony Horton's familiar voice. Tony Horton is the son of a pro baseball player, studied acting and is motivational with his quips like 'nobody's bidness'.
Phase 1 was brutal, I could make it through most of the DVDs, but it was awful. During those moments of trying to finish a set, keep up, not die, it's so tempting to say, "Screw you Tony, I'm getting a brownie." There were also times I was calling the other P90Xers on the DVD all sorts of flowery names. I'm not sure why I stuck it out through Phase 1. Phase 2 started and my thoughts began to drift to Phase 3 and the doubt of making it through.
It was at this time I opened up the laptop and typed, beachbody.com, as Tony mimes during many workouts, and looked into the coaches. Hmmmm, hesitation, 'do I want this? do I need someone trying to help me?' I signed up and requested a coach. It was free and I was curious. Within a day Joel Hatton contacted me. Joel lives in Caliornia and greeted me with an email that was laced with excitement, encouragement and energy - E3. He asked what my goals were - what were my goals? It was then, with that insightful question that I realized my goals were not what I thought they were when I started. Initially my 'goal' was to lose weight. After consideration, I realized I wanted to be fit, toned, healthy, and curvy, yes curvy. At 41 I had finally accepted the fact that I am never going to be a willowy 120lbs. I'm 146lbs right now and I think I'm in the best shape of my life. It's not a number, it's a feeling. And it feels great.
Joel understood, he applauded my realignment and helped when P90X Yoga 1:32 minutes had me wanting to end my life with a spork. He emailed me, messaged me on facebook and even started following my blog. It warrants pointing out at this time that Joel is a sculpted dude, check out his picture on this blog - damn! That's inspirational in and of itself.
As the calendar turned I realized that the final week of P90X for me would coincide with a trip to the Jersey Shore (not that one) just when I was trying to determine if I should take the week off, Joel, in proper coach form, emails me and informs me that I will be his first graduate and he couldn't be happier. Fuck. I emailed him back and let him know that I was in need of that kick in the pants.
The me that exercises would love to get a hold of the me that wants to skip exercising. It would be a stomping unlike any other, however like Clark Kent and Superman, we're never in the same spot at the same time.
Having a coach to question, talk to and share, 'PLYO KICKED MY ASS!' is a key piece to P90X and one that really allowed me to goals and ultimately graduate. Joel, you are an inspiration and will continue to touch lives as you coach, I wish you luck. I will stay under your tutelage and absorb your motivation. I am your grasshopper.To quote Eminem, "I did it for me, admittedly I probably did it subliminally for you."
I continue on with P90X, I feel too good to stop now.
Thank you Joel.
Michele
In 2007 The Donald and I watched an infomercial on an airplane flying home from Disney World. After a week of feasting and drinking we felt as if returning home we should embark on a cleansing of sorts. We ordered P90X and completed Phase 1 and Phase 2, each 30 days. We never entered Phase 3 because The Donald needed surgery. I sometimes refer to him as a semi-colon, I'll say no more.
March of 2011, spurred on by my inability to lose weight, perhaps my mother's death and the need to 'do something' and feel good, I started again. It was March 28th and I had just begun my period, too much information warning too late, too bad. I popped the first DVD into the laptop in the basement and smirked as I heard Tony Horton's familiar voice. Tony Horton is the son of a pro baseball player, studied acting and is motivational with his quips like 'nobody's bidness'.
Phase 1 was brutal, I could make it through most of the DVDs, but it was awful. During those moments of trying to finish a set, keep up, not die, it's so tempting to say, "Screw you Tony, I'm getting a brownie." There were also times I was calling the other P90Xers on the DVD all sorts of flowery names. I'm not sure why I stuck it out through Phase 1. Phase 2 started and my thoughts began to drift to Phase 3 and the doubt of making it through.
It was at this time I opened up the laptop and typed, beachbody.com, as Tony mimes during many workouts, and looked into the coaches. Hmmmm, hesitation, 'do I want this? do I need someone trying to help me?' I signed up and requested a coach. It was free and I was curious. Within a day Joel Hatton contacted me. Joel lives in Caliornia and greeted me with an email that was laced with excitement, encouragement and energy - E3. He asked what my goals were - what were my goals? It was then, with that insightful question that I realized my goals were not what I thought they were when I started. Initially my 'goal' was to lose weight. After consideration, I realized I wanted to be fit, toned, healthy, and curvy, yes curvy. At 41 I had finally accepted the fact that I am never going to be a willowy 120lbs. I'm 146lbs right now and I think I'm in the best shape of my life. It's not a number, it's a feeling. And it feels great.
Joel understood, he applauded my realignment and helped when P90X Yoga 1:32 minutes had me wanting to end my life with a spork. He emailed me, messaged me on facebook and even started following my blog. It warrants pointing out at this time that Joel is a sculpted dude, check out his picture on this blog - damn! That's inspirational in and of itself.
As the calendar turned I realized that the final week of P90X for me would coincide with a trip to the Jersey Shore (not that one) just when I was trying to determine if I should take the week off, Joel, in proper coach form, emails me and informs me that I will be his first graduate and he couldn't be happier. Fuck. I emailed him back and let him know that I was in need of that kick in the pants.
The me that exercises would love to get a hold of the me that wants to skip exercising. It would be a stomping unlike any other, however like Clark Kent and Superman, we're never in the same spot at the same time.
Having a coach to question, talk to and share, 'PLYO KICKED MY ASS!' is a key piece to P90X and one that really allowed me to goals and ultimately graduate. Joel, you are an inspiration and will continue to touch lives as you coach, I wish you luck. I will stay under your tutelage and absorb your motivation. I am your grasshopper.To quote Eminem, "I did it for me, admittedly I probably did it subliminally for you."
I continue on with P90X, I feel too good to stop now.
Thank you Joel.
Michele
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