Well folks, that’s exactly what I did. And did it burn. 

In fact, the chorus of Disco Inferno kept running through my head. 

“Burn baby! Burn!”

The saddest part: there was no iron involved!

Here’s the story of Day 1 of my journey of movement. I remember it as if it were yesterday. I actually do, because it really was just yesterday. Since I’ve recently moved into a new apartment, there is a serious lack of furniture in my living room. In one sense, this should cause me distress as I have nowhere to sit, but in another, this leaves me with quite a bit more room to “train” at home.

What my muscles were singing

I use the term train loosely as it wasn’t more than about 25 minutes of bodyweight movements. But it sure felt like the minutes kept ticking. Slowly. Ever so slowly. 

I started with some basic warm up movements, similar to those outlined in my free report. Got my glutes warmed up. Got my heart rate up a bit. Activated my scapulae. That was the first 6-7 minutes.

The next 18 minutes of doom involved me going through various circuits of lunges, squats, planks, burpees, push ups and dynamic quasi-yoga poses. 

“Burn Baby! Burn!”

There was that familiar refrain dancing its way through my mind’s ear (if your mind can have an eye, shouldn’t it have ears as well?). 

As quick as a winter snowsquall, it was over. As with a winter snowsquall, it left its mark. 

These were not used in my workout.

Usually I find it takes about 2 days for DOMS (Delayed Onset Muscle Soreness-you know that deep muscle ache that causes descending stairs to become the bane of one’s existence, that lingering malaise when seating oneself onto the toilet seat-you know the one!) to set in. 

No such luck! I had IOMS. Instantaneous Onset of Muscle Soreness. And today, it goes much deeper. Every movement, every action, every hop, skip or jump, I’m reminded that I brought this onto myself. 

AND I LOVE IT!

This is my journey. Thanks for coming along. 

Dev Chengkalath