Day two was significantly easier. HOWEVER, don't get me wrong, it was still hard as hell. I started out in pain. Day one created a pain in the arch of my right foot which is no fun to jog/walk on. Also, from the very first brisk five min walk that opens the routine, I had a dreadful pain in my side. I guess I just chalk it up to "whadda expect", you know? I'm fat. When I move around a lot, parts of my body are going to rebel a little. Gotta just suck it up. Which is what I did.
We did something else a little different tonight. We started and finished our routine with a prayer. Now, I'm not a religious person, but I kinda felt like it was a good adaptation of the 12 steps program where you realize that you must invite a higher power to guide you in your battle (whatever type of battle that may be) in order for it to be fully successful. The prayers were quick and was even a little tongue-in-cheek ("...and God, please don't let this workout kill us...") and I'm happy that I thought of adding that. I do need some help from God. Or Richard Simmons. Or Jillian Michaels. Or all three. Like a holy fitness trinity. Although I'm pretty sure Jillian Michaels would eat Richard Simmons for dinner. For that matter, I don't know that she'd get along too well with God either, as I'm pretty sure she's the devil.