Somebody call 9-1-1. There is a fire.

Day 16
Yes, 10 hours of sleep.  The original plan was to go to 4:30 TKB in Irvine again, but it's a bit of a rush when my school group meets over here at 6:30 pm.  Especially when I promised to make my group sweet potato fries!  Over lunch Luke convinced me to just do Plyo X in our fitness center.  Fitness center = Less effort, so I agreed it was a good idea.

The fitness center was pretty empty at 4:30 pm besides a few ladies getting their walk on, on the treadmills.  I definitely had more energy than those early bird workouts when I started the warm up.  My triceps were still sore, but I figured my legs were all rested up from last week's Legs and Back day.  I was clearly wrong - before I even finished the warm-up my legs were burning.  This was going to be a loooong hour.  Surprisingly, the time passed pretty quickly, but not fast enough.  My quads were on fire the whole time, especially during the moves that involve both squatting and jumping.  I pushed myself through the burn and my face decided it wanted to join in on the flames.  By the time it was time to cool down my face matched the color of my Badger red shirt.

After walking back to our apartment I remembered why I hate plyometrics.  1. I do not care about my athletic performance (I am more interested in aesthetics really).  Tony should stop hyping up my football, baseball, or basketball ability - although I am improving on my rock star moves...  2. My legs gain muscle mass quickly and it brought me back to the college cheerleading days - when jeans became impossible to fit.  Skinny waist + big legs = confused jean sizes.

I guess I'll just have to monitor my quad measurements and make a substitution on future Plyo X days if necessary.  Although, Tony tells me that "this is the x in p90x."