Last weekend I signed up for a 12-week fitness challenge via a leading health and fitness website, hoping that it would provide additional fuel for me to stay focused and motivated in the new year. The site hosting the challenge offered a plethora of services and tools to help competitors achieve their best results, including what seemed like a hundred different workouts - many of which are branded by well-known (and some not-so-well-known) experts in the fitness industry.
After several hours of searching, I found a 4-week routine that, at least at first glance, seemed to be both a good fit for my own personal fitness goals and more than capable of helping me compete as it relates to the aforementioned contest. The deal-maker for me ended up being that the program was branded by a trainer who just so happened to be someone whom I admire, and had watched extensively on YouTube.
I began the program in earnest on Monday, with high hopes and the expectation that I'd have my ass handed to me directly.
I was right, but unfortunately, in the absolute worst way.
The routine, while challenging, wasn't worth the time or effort that I spent researching it - much less the injuries incurred from what I believe to be an ill-conceived, poorly thought-out series of movements. I've been nursing an injured back and knee for the past few days that's damned near incapacitated me. Despite the pain, though, I still managed to stay active and gut out my scheduled cardio and weight-training since then (thank you, ibuprofen).
Weigh-in on the 25th will be interesting... Clothes still getting loser, but I'm visibly gaining muscle mass - possibly a few pounds a week, which would more or less equal the rate of fat loss I'd been averaging before I stopped getting on the scale every morning.
Hopefully this long weekend won't bring too much temptation my way. Time to go take a hot shower to ease these aches and pains.
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