At minute eight, I tasted colors. At minute twelve, Leo had to leave the room because my face was the shade of a distressed tomato. At minute fifteen, I collapsed. The DVD menu looped. Shaun T. stared at my limp body from the TV screen and said, “That’s it? Dig deeper.”
The first thing I noticed was the background team—a group of sculpted demigods who looked like they’d been carved from granite and grief. They were already sweating. The warm-up hadn’t even started. insanity with shaun t
And that is the story of how I completed the INSANITY program. I don’t have a job, friends, or a functional spine. But I do have a calendar with all 60 days checked off. At minute eight, I tasted colors
“There’s no difference,” I wept.
I got to 73. My arms turned into cooked noodles. My soul tried to exit through my left ear. I collapsed, face-down on the yoga mat, and whispered, “I can’t.” The DVD menu looped
I didn’t sleep that night. Not because of adrenaline, but because Shaun T.’s voice had somehow burrowed into my temporal lobe. Dig deeper. Dig deeper. Dig deeper.