Week 1 is finished. As I stated, it was a transition week and not really a week of X. I'm sore. Really sore. Christ, I was sore after yoga. It's not too surprising given that I have a fair amount of fast-twitch muscle fiber which breaks down quickly and recovers slowly. I knew I'd be sore but still...and with Chest/Back on the horizon, followed by Plyo, it's going to get a lot worse before it gets better.
On the positive side having done the workouts before I'm adapting pretty quickly. Also, I'd never done the final 90x dvds as I'd always worked off of my demo tapes from the test group. The final workouts are better but also just a bit easier because we've perfected the pauses between sets. The original test group was four people, which myself or Mason on occasional fifth. Tony would go at the pace of the group and we later figured, after the large test group, what the best rest for everyone would be. Anyway, this helped me adapt quicker, use better form, and will lead to more rapid improvement. Once you get good you can always go faster, so the slower pace is generally better.
Marc and Suzanne just mailed in their fit test stats. Reed is still in Hawaii but gets back today, I think. Romney wants in, too, at least in combo with her Gym Jones stuff. With Sk-hawt also beginning, looks like our party is now 6 strong. No problem with that.
The title is a reference to one of Tony's lines in Power 90. We make fun of him--can't take this all too serious can we?--whenever possible, all in good fun. My brother was the first to bring that line up because he says it at one of the few times nothing is really going on, which, for some reason, has amused me and my friends greatly over the years so much that we use this line constantly when nothing is going on. I'll use more of these throughout this program when I have nothing else to write about. However, it's not all that appropriate right now because I'm awfully sore and stiff and something is, indeed, startin' to happen.