Day 8: Chest & Back, Ab Ripper Part II

What's the first tip of the day? Pace yourself.
What's the second tip of the day? Bring it.

What did I say?

also, are you aware that the snozzberries taste like snozzberries?

This was a mistake. I was so heartened by my ability to add at least 2 reps to each of the push-up and pull-up routines that I went overboard. Things were brought that were not meant to have been brought just yet. The thing to know when doing the Chest & Back routine is that Tony is not kidding when he says you're going to do it all again. (I've learned that Tony is rarely kidding, although he will quote himself a suspiciously high number of reps or weights and then feel the pressing urge to go "check on the kids" - especially if one of the "kids" happens to be a petite, fit female - in order to "show you how it's done." It's useful when he shows the person using resistance bands, though, which is what I have.) Ergo, if you ignore Tony's advice and go too hard in Round One, you're going to have very little left in the tank for Round Two - and in Round Two you're supposed to go all out.

I managed to Bring It through half of Round Two, but the military push-ups proved to be my undoing. I found myself locked in the Up position, bargaining and pleading with myself to get down there and get back up after just a handful. How I rued the ease with which I'd breezed through Round One! (Okay, "ease" and "breeze" may be a little bit of a hyperbole, but come on, I'm working hard here, give me a little artistic license to rhyme once in a while.)

And then mere ruing changed to surprised pain as my arms abandoned me on the decline push-ups and I brought it. To the floor. With my nose.

It was more embarrassing than painful; sometimes it's good to be working out on your own with the curtains closed.

I did manage to finish up the routine, plus the Ab Ripper (I think I waste valuable lung capacity in hurling epithets at Tony and company, but it makes me feel better), showered, and had my recovery drink. And as I  gingerly inspected my nose for permanent damage (none) or temporary blemish (also none), one phrase kept repeating: pace yourself, pace yourself, pace yourself.