Well......
I failed. I lasted about 13 days. But they were 13 good days. Boy did I sweat. Yeck...
I didn't stop because it was too hard. I stopped because even though I said I would power through the move and continue working out, I couldn't. Things got crazy busy and hectic. And honestly? No, I couldn't fit a 25-30 minute workout routine in. The last week and a bit before we moved, we were travelling from our old little town to this city, painting, cleaning (both places), and packing.
I'd love to start it up again -- and I plan to -- because it was a brutal workout, and therefore I was literally feeling the results. Even if it was only 13 days. I didn't do end measurements or weight (actually I haven't checked my weight since we moved!!!) I just didn't see the point.
I'm thinking I might start on Monday. No... actually? I will start again on Monday. Before it gets too crazy hot to do it.
But overall, I really enjoyed the workout. I felt every muscle being worked, strained and torn. I felt my unused and unworked muscles shaking less and less as the days went on. I almost always walked away with jello legs. And by about day 8-10 I was able to do a real push-up!
That ladies and gentlemen? Is what I call success. And even though I didn't complete the whole challenge, I still got up off my butt and bettered my body to some degree.
And I'm happy with that.
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