Tony Horton.  I hate you, but I love you.

You are killing me.

I can’t blame anyone but myself.  I am the one who had the brilliant idea to order the package.  I urged my husband to get on board the P90X train last year after we had been training using the Body for Life plan.

My husband loves it.  I hate it.  (In a manner of speaking.)

Tony is killin' me.

It is HARD friends.  I use the bands because I still can not do all of those pull ups.  I feel sorry for my husband, he is wiped after his workout.  Least favorite?  Ab Ripper X.   It is evil and yet, it is probably responsible for my core strength thus translating into better long runs.

Okay, fine.  It is a good program.  I admit it.  I just don’t have to like it…

This is NOT what I look like while running.  Especially today.

Today’s run was really, really hard.  No idea why.  Most of the time if I can just get past that pesky three mile mark then I am golden.  After that the miles just fly by.

But alas, this morning I hit four miles and I was more than done. Now I am cranky.  I just want to get back on the treadmill and show that sucker who is boss.  Which of course, I can’t do.  The kids are due home in 15 minutes followed by their father.

Hubby and I are actually scheduled to hit the weights tonight.  Entire body.  (Ugh, at least it is not a P90X day.  That was last week.) I know weight lifting is  excellent for cross-training but for some reason all I want to do is put on my headphones and run the stress away.  I just need that outlet.  Maybe I will try again when the kids go to bed.  That might make me feel better.

Or maybe I’ll just eat some ice cream.