I’d like to say the Hurricane sprints are getting easier, but I don’t want to lie to you.
They’re still hard as shit.
But I am in better shape. Way better shape than I was 3 weeks ago.
Even though the sprints leave me breathless and cursing the day Martin Rooney was born, they don’t wipe me out nearly as much as they used to. Now, instead of lying next to the treadmill, I simply kneel next to it.
I consider that a win.
But after this experiment I can tell you that except for rare cases, I probably won’t run sprints at this intensity ever again. And I certainly won’t jump off the treadmill after each sprint and do pushups or abs or whatever.
Does that make me a wuss? Maybe.
But that’s OK. I’m fine with that. I’m just trying to gain some weight and get in wicked shape for an experiment.
I’ll gladly leave the crazy cardio to MMA fighters and other guys who need it for their job.
Other highlights from Day 23
- Having my friend Kyle run the sprints on the treadmill next to me, a look of pure desperation and exhaustion in his face. That was my confirmation that these sprints are indeed ridiculously difficult.