So my last attempt at P90X was vanquished by life. So, challenged by Zac, I’m attempting to laugh in life’s face of unscheduled and unexpected twists and set out to be X fit.
Day one sucked. Pain, guilt, purging every drop of sweat that my body could muster. And two hours later, I have a slight fever and still feel nauseous. But it’s all in the pursuit of something better. A strong, hearty, mommy-worthy body and mind.
Perseverance… Bring it.