P90X Re-named

It showed up - the damn thing is here. For once the US Postal Service didn't lose something, however this is now a mental note set in stone that I will remember next time I need ammunition towards any postal worker. I don't believe that this will ever be information I will use again, however I store certain tidbits away for later use - you never know.

So now that it's here, the plastic wrap has been removed from the discs and all 13 have been counted. 13. The workout book has been thumbed through several times, as well as the cook book they include - that, I AM impressed with. Looks like I'm at least still able to eat well. Score one point for P90X.

So I share with my friends that Rob and I are heading out for margaritas. One of them says, "Enjoy, because you can't have any alcohol on P90X!".

WHHAAAAT?! Wait. A. Minute!

Someone did NOT share all details regarding P90X with me before I made the commitment to do so - therefore I consider my agreement totally null and void.

*sigh* Then I think about it. I really DO need to do this, and I was actually looking forward to it - well I'll admit, I'm not looking forward to doing the work, I'm looking forward to the results.

So I told Rob, "Fine, I will do it - but we're renaming it the G90X. I will do it MY own way." He agreed, probably just to shut me up so I would keep him company through the misery. We started G90X on Saturday.

Did I mention that the plastic at least has been removed from it?