Myocardial infarction

I just completed my cardio workout for day one.

I thought I would have a g-damn heart attack. I'm so friggin pissed.

I used to be able to do this workout straight through with no breaks, and without using the modified versions of exercise. I'm so angry at my laziness I could spit nitroglycerine.

This workout is in different sections - warm up, four-limb work with weights/weighted bar, tall box/step climb for like 3 min, low impact kick boxing aerobics for approx 5 min, step aerobics for approx 3 min, low impact again for 5 min, step again for 3 or 4 min, tall box climb on opposite leg, another four-limb set, standing leg work and then abs and a stretch.

The point of me telling you all this is that, I... queen of LazyWorld, had to stop.the.tape.after.every.fucking.section. My heart was literally pounding in my chest. Sweat was rolling down my face and back... soaking my clothing and making me smell Funkdafied. Don't get me wrong... I can appreciate a good sweat. I welcome it - therefore I know I am working hard. But dayum.... I thought I was going to bust out a heart chamber.

What a wicked pisser.

I know that the only way to overcome this is to keep working at it. Do what I can, how I can, every day until it gets easier. I just don't want to have a heart attack at home alone. It's one thing to be found dead. It's an entirely different story finding you dead, fat and wearing ridiculous workout clothes... lying on the floor in a pool of your own Funkdafied workout sweat.

The thought alone is simply horrifying.