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Part 1

Things were better when I was a kid.

Life wasn’t something that required a credit card, a password or any device with an acronymic name to enjoy. I wasn’t counting calories, concerned about keeping my sugar or sodium intake in check and certainly didn’t give a damn about my abs.

We had 3 channels on TV, the radio played rock, oldies and disco and you had 2 types of blue jeans to choose from: Levi’s or Wranglers. One made you a rad, the other made people gag with a spoon. The two fast food joints were known for their differences; one flame broiled their patties, the other fried them, and you chose were to dine according to your mood.

But those were luxuries found only on the mainland. In the islands, you could go to Tex’s Drive In, Dick’s Coffee Shop or Cafe 100, distinguished only by the quality of their gravy. You wore the pants that were handed down to you or bought on sale at Woolworth’s.

At night on the black and white, you could watch Star Trek re-runs if the rabbit ears were cooperating, followed by Happy Days and Lavern and Shirley. Your choice of footwear was simple: Rubber boots, rubber slippers or cowboy boots; farmer, beach bum, hillbilly.

Life was simple: Get up, eat a loco moco at Cafe 100, go to Itsu’s to buy bait, beer and hotdogs, head down to 4 mile to fish all day while my dad drank with his friends on the side of the road.

How much better could life be?

Star Wars? Oh yeah, I saw that in the movie theater. Ditto, Raider’s of the Lost Ark. Video games? That was when the ONLY place that kids wanted to be was the arcade, and it cost money. The look on your parent’s face as they forked over another fiver whose fate it was to be fed mercilessly into machines that returned the investment with sound effects and perspiration, priceless.

It was a simpler time.

There weren’t as many people, traffic was something that occurred in places like New York or LA, fantastical places unto themselves. People were friendly to one another; they didn’t exchange suspicious looks. No one worried about being mugged, tagged, flash mobbed or twittered about. There wasn’t H5N1, mad cow, GMO crops or Ethanol. No one had to worry about someone stealing their PIN or piggy-backing on their WLAN.

However, what existed in abundance was aloha.

Aloha: Hello, goodbye, love. Those were the good old days. So, where did it all go?

Recently, my wife Anna and I went to visit my mom in Idaho. She was born and raised on the Big Island back in the plantation days, which according to her, was a time that was less glamorous than it sounds. Back then, they were lucky if they got a new potato sack dress for Christmas. They ate what  grew in the garden or was raised in a pen. They watched the knobs on the tube radio.

Life was simple, perhaps too simple.

My mother saw living in Hawi as a trap, a dead end. She wanted more for herself and her son, so as soon as she could she packed me up and headed to the mainland. Although I returned to my home to spend summers with my father and the rest of my family over the next decade, my mother never looked back. She was done.

But I digress.

Despite the fact that the only racism that I have ever experienced in my life occurred in Idaho (granted that was before Idaho underwent a ‘cultural revolution’, yikes), upon returning with Anna, I encountered some of friendly folks that I had met in years.

Genuinely friendly, people.

Cashiers making minimum wage who were eager to engage in conversation over the health benefits of quinoa. Strangers on the street or in the malls that were smiling at one another. Waiters who really seemed to care if our french fries were crispy enough for us, who were willing to stand over the fryer themselves to ensure that we received the deep-fried, chipped spuds of our liking. It was both refreshing and alarming. Refreshing because I was beginning to think that geniality was dead, alarming because I live in the aloha state, which has become, over time, bereft of its intrinsic commodity.

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t fantasize about living in Celebration, nor am I the type of person who enjoys engaging door-to-door solicitors of any kind, in any sort of debate. I enjoy my space as much as the next guy or girl. I prefer to sit in the least crowded section of a restaurant, I turn the chat function off on Facebook.

Am I guilty of killing aloha? Did the ideal somehow arrive at its current moribund state because of something that I or my generation had done? Now that we carry, at any given time, an average of three devices on our person that can not only receive radio, TV and streaming data, but help us find our way, do our taxes and make phone calls, shouldn’t we all be happier? Perhaps a better question would be: Where has our happiness gone?

In this final week I’ve decided to post our progress during this time after we have completed the program. Anna has threatened to do a guest post but we’ll see about that. Our schedules this week are hectic with the holiday and work. Happy Turkeyday!

Today was another recovery day, ergo CCB. I personally don’t appreciate too much down time so I substituted CCB for Cardio Power and Resistance, which is from the first round of Insanity. I must say that I enjoyed the shorter workout even though I pushed it further than I had during the first times around. revisiting the older workouts gives a good sense of just how much progress that I’ve made and I must say that I’m happy with the results. As I’ve been whining about in my past posts, The Insanity program would have not been so monotonous had they mixed up the workouts a bit more. This is just such an example.

Anna had another photo assignment so I had to do this one all by my lonesome and to mix it up even more I did it in the afternoon when I got home from work as opposed to our normal 9:30 AM time. I think that perhaps mixing up the time when I do my exercises would help with breaking the tedium. I also found that I had more stamina, having had more food in my system, and that I perspired more which I think is always a good thing.

I’ll have to say that on down days (rest days) when I don’t workout, I walk around in a bit of a daze. It’s only when the blood gets moving that my head seems to clear up. Could it be that I’m experiencing some sort of workout hangover?

Today was the first time since starting Insanity that I didn’t want to do the workout. It’s just that the whole thing has become so monotonous. With P90X there was a sense of the same tedium but with Insanity it is more pronounced. All of the exercises seem to be only slight variations of one another and after 6 weeks they all blend together and I am beginning to lose interest. I think it would have been better if they combined some of the routines from month one along with the routines from month two. It would have broken it up, at the very least.

Also have been noticing that now we are both experiencing lingering pains in certain areas: neck, knees, ankles that only seem to become worse as we continue. I’m not saying that I’m an old fart, but I’m beginning to feel like one.

I have also noticed that I have pretty much peaked as far as how much more muscle tone that I can achieve. My stamina is still up there thanks to all the cardio but I have lost some tone that I can’t wait to get back once this is all over.

We completed the workout, but speaking for myself, I wasn’t left feeling satisfied. I plan on hybridizing my own routine once Insanity is over to address the loss that I have experienced.

I still like the program but am counting the days when it will be over. It’s beginning to remind me of Groundhog Day.

The best part about this recovery day was that Anna and I got to workout together. She seems to think that her new status is that of coach and proceeded to tell me everything that I was doing wrong, which as it turned out was quite a lot. I was half-assing it all.

I don’t know how else to describe how I feel other than to say that if the workout doesn’t push me and make me sweat, I lose interest. MR is essentially a lot of repetitive yoga moves which trundle along and don’t really get going until the last 10 minutes of the 55 minute routine. So for 45 minutes it was ho-hum, twiddle thumbs and acting like a jackass until Anna was pissed enough to begin telling me what to do. I personally find my antics quite funny, but apparently she doesn’t. Not today anyway.

All because I was ‘interrupting’ workout.

Marriage, it’s all fun and games until the yoga starts.

Another day without Anna, since she had a photo assignment. As I’ve said before, I like this one because it’s so short (45 min, 60 with CA).

We have about 10 days left of Insanity and one thing that Anna and I keep talking about is what we plan on doing after we’re finished. Doing this every morning and feeling so good, noticing the difference in our every day lives, means that we will need to continue on with something that helps to maintain this level of fitness. I plan on making a hybrid routine and Anna wants to do Insanity every other day.

It really is a lifestyle change.

Strangely enough, I did this one without Anna once again. It wasn’t too bad this time and it was over before I knew it.

 

Yesterday was a rest day, which was nice, but meant that today’s workout would be coming off of that period of rest and would be that much more difficult considering that we had to do two (workouts, that is).

Two weeks ago we did the same routine: Fit Test and MIC. At that time we wore ourselves out during the FT and had little to no energy left to complete the MIC, so decided to throw in the towel 30 minutes into MIC (itself a 55 minute workout). We just didn’t have enough gas. Knowing this, today we set out to not only excel at the FT (if we could) but to save enough energy to complete the entire MIC, which we did.
The FT is something that if you look at only the progress that you have made from the last time you did the test, you might get depressed. But if you look at the first test you took and compare it to now, you’ll see some improvement. Making progress is a good thing and seeing it on paper (as well as feeling it) helps. You want to improve over your last time but there is only so much room for improvement once you get into the realm of reps vs. time allotted.
Each FT exercise (8 total), be it Power Jumps or Push-Up Jacks is 1 minute long. Except for the one exercise that counts each individual limb movement as a rep (Low Plank Oblique) or the one that counts 4 revolutions as one rep (Globe Jumps) you begin to max out at around 60 reps per minute. It’s just the way things go. Sure with some exercises you won’t come anywhere near 60 reps (see again, Globe Jumps or Suicide Jumps) but soon it all begins to feel a little futile. Especially since when you finish the FT you have the MIC to do.

We did well enough and managed to finish them both. With only mild collapsing on the floor.

That said, we still yelled and threw things at the TV.

Note: If you plan on throwing a dog, make sure that you don’t pick it up by the pointy end.

We’ve reached the point in the program where we can opt to switch out the exercise for one of the deluxe set disks (if you purchased the deluxe set, it comes with 3 extra disks). In this case it was CCB a rather tame recovery exercise or MIST. We chose MIST for simple fact that it was new.

Disappointment soon followed.

It seems that when BeachBody formatted the DVD for this particular exercise that they didn’t check it post production. It begins in the middle of the routine and then jumps around willy-nilly between exercises. You can’t even try to do any of them because Shaun T will be explaining how to do one exercise and then it will jump to a different one. And the times are off and not at all linear. If you are considering buying the deluxe set you may want to reconsider as it may not work out for you (pun intended)

Have yet to check the other two disks. Also emailed BB to let them know.

So we ended up doing CCB which at this point was like doing a long warm up and almost put me to sleep. I did sweat a little but not much. I suppose that was better than eating a pillowcase full of Big Macs but only slightly. At least I would have had something soft and cheesy upon which to rest my head.

This routine is turning out to be the easiest one of the new exercises (even though there are no breaks) because it is the shortest, at 45 minutes. Still it is a butt kicker especially the alternating plank push-ups. Shaun T is a maniac. I bet that even his poo have abs.

Thankfully this one sped right along today. I decided against doing CA because it was nearing the time that I had to be at work and still needed to shower, eat and get dressed. Yeah, yeah, excuses, excuses. I really didn’t miss it, but I could see why it was added. After doing MCC I felt like I needed to keep going. Though Anna soldiered on.

Here’s to starting earlier tomorrow.

Me saysa yousa doosa good, Ani!