Surviving the asylum

I should be sore all over.

I should be so sore that I can't walk.

But I can walk. And I'm not too sore, either.

The pain of pumping out eight, nine or was it ten consecutive Insanity Asylum workouts over eight, nine or was it ten consecutive days, ought to be more than it is, but it's not. Probably because we have pumped out eight, nine or was it ten consecutive Insanity Asylum workouts without missing a beat.

We are getting into better shape, Hot Wife and I, half-way through our one-month commitment to the DVD madman trainer Shaun T.

Tonight, we engaged in our Game Day workout, the culmination of a week's worth of 'practice' routines designed to get us ready to make it through the hour-long session of sports-specific training that was this evening's workout. Then for good measure we tacked on Day 20's prescribed Overtime session, because as Shaun T tells us, when you're in the game, you never know when you'll be forced to push beyond your limits, but you have to be ready to do it.

I went through three ball hats between start and finish, so soaked I was from the punishment.

I could have jumped in the pool and not been as drenched as I was when I emerged from the basement gym. Game Day and Overtime are that intense. That insane. That downright crazy!

And we are loving it, Hot Wife and I, pushing each other beyond the limits of what we thought possible, melding, or is it melting, into the shape we deserve to be in for working so. damn. hard.

Plus, tonight I tack on an 11 p.m. hockey game for good measure, as if burning 1150 calories from 7 to 8.30 wasn't quite enough.

But it feels good, oh so good, to push. To sweat. To drip sweat. And to know that Hot Wife and I are delivering on the commitment we made to each other and to the program almost three weeks ago already.

Soon we wrap it up. Soon we reward ourselves the way we always reward ourselves at the conclusion of an exhaustive exercise program. With a small vacation. To the desert. To give back our great gains without even the slightest bit of guilt.

Because we deserve it.

Because we are insane.

Because we are in the Asylum and surviving it!