I’ve been asked where my blog is… sigh…*hangs head in shame... I went to class Monday, the 16. We worked with the bar and the ball… After class and the next day, I didn’t have pain due to muscles hurting. How exciting a blog entry would be… No pain… Big whoop… Next class please…
As for the next class… Uhh.. I didn’t go. But neither did Ms. Peppy. We both had work that was due so, neither of us went.
Friday… Since I boycotted Wednesday, it was easy to boycott Friday… No excuse. Grrr… I’d kick myself in my maximus gluteus (I know it’s the other way around.. but you haven’t really seen my butt) if I could just get my foot to my butt..
That brings us back to yesterday. Monday… Yes, yes, I did go to class.. Shush… My thighs don’t hurt as much as they did the first time… but they are still tender. What with the squats and bench work on the ball…
I wore a tank over my sport bra and noticed that my upper arms are about as big around as my thigh… That did not set well with me. Great. If I were a chicken, I’d be a very big fatty chicken. Not good for slaughtering. Sigh…
Ms. Perky told us to get two sets of weights. One set medium, one set moderate. I got the 5lbs and 8lbs. weights. We did flys (flies seem wrong…) on the ball, bench presses, and sitting on the ball we did the chicken thingies. Oh… my…. GODS…. Not only did I look absolutely horrible in a tank, my flab was not helping in the chicken arena. Remember my defective left wing??? Yup! Still defective. The right one isn’t far behind. I was trying so hard to get them right… sigh… I’m going to die… I really mean it… Just like my mom was going to die every time she had a cold. "Mom, your not going to die from a cold." "Well, you never know… I might." Note, she did NOT pass away from a cold…
You know the stretch that you put your arms behind you, clasp them, and stretch? Well, I found that I cannot do that. I can get to the clasping part and then I just sit there… Apparently my upper torso (or my thigh-like arms) are too fat to manage that manuver. Very very sad… I can do the cat stretch without problems… I cannot stretch my back…
We did the push ups on the ground as well as with the ball against the wall. I swear with all the crackling I heard, that mirror (which is affixed to the wall) will be coming down soon. The same noise as our glass doors that go to our elevators. Crackle crackle… Ooops, time to replace THAT glass… Startled the woman opening the door… Strong woman, I say… old door everyone else says… WHATever.
Push-ups, then on back. I think the crunches… leg over your knee.. cross crunches… back on back… Ok, there’s a reason I’m no longer in the Army. This is not one of them. Well, it is, but… Hell… switching back and forth is not easy for a woman of size. I was taken out of my PT (Physical Tort.. er… Training) formation (for the people that suck at PT) to demonstrate how to do a proper push-up. Me. The one that can’t even do one in said proper form. I can manage about five on my knees against the floor, and about ten against my bathroom counter. Oooooh… be very very afraid…
Anywho, I got back to my desk with my fixings for a PB&J lunch and noticed my arms felt not just heavy, but like jello. I have heavy jello arms… Alrighty. First thing I did was hold out my hand… Ow.. Nope, not shaking… This either means my arms don’t hurt as much as I thought or my blood sugar probably is in the normal range (I’m hoping… I never did check it)… Proceed with said sandwich making and eat… I contributed my arm weakness to the butt whoopin’ we just got. I mis-spoke… ARM whoopin’. So, I thought… great, even if I was in a wheelchair from thigh rebellion, my arms wouldn’t work.
So, I start trying to type… THAT was a joke! Took me a bit longer to get stuff in the computer for processing. Grrrr… Hunt and Peck is not a productive way to type. But when you have a stick attached to your hand… peck, peck, peck… Where is that darnned key?!? I can type with both hands pretty well, but Hunt and Peck is hard with one finger.
OK, so I get up and ready for work this morning… The heat of the shower was wonderful! As I’m getting ready, I realize that my "girls" hurt. This can only be contributed to yesterday’s session of corporal punishment. Not only do they hurt, my upper arms, shoulders, neck, abs, not so much the buttocks (read like Forest Gump) and my brain… I swear!!!
Today, we get to sign up for another session… I’m weighing the pros and cons in my head. Pros – Getting closer to my goal…. Cons – pain, motivation, and most probable – death.
Now, I understand that my Cons outweigh my Pros… But there you have it. And my decision is… to sign up Ms. Peppy and myself not for Muscle Conditioning, but Core Conditioning. Same torture, different instructor… (dang, what should I name her??)… and only TWO times a week. Monday-Wednesday. Later in the afternoon, too.
How convenient… Ms. Peppy called to ask how I felt… DARNED SORE, THANK YOU!!! She also reminded me of the dips we did with the balls (don’t go there… shame on you all!!!). The balls were pushed up to the wall. The same wall with the mirror that will break any day now. We were to sit on the ball… put our hands to our sides, and come off the ball into a dip in front of it. My ball was so squishy that I could only manage about a quarter inch up… My butt still firmly planted on the ball. My butt no where near the edge to do said dip. But I seriously WAS working my arms.. I swear!!! I’ve got to be the heaviest person in the class.
It sort of resembled watching Skinks doing pushups on a screen… Skinks are these tiny lizard looking things. About 4-5 inches long, completely harmless, very skinny lizards. I hate them for the last part. Not the being lizards, the skinny part. Grrr… Anyway… they would crawl up the screen on my mom’s patio and they’d do these push-up looking things to attract a mate. Why don’t human men do this… I wouldn’t mind if they did that… "Charlie. I’m sorry I can’t see you anymore. Tom can do 15 more push-ups than you…" Who says women aren’t fickle.
Back to Ms. Peppy. So, she has to leave before sign ups for the next class begin… HOW CONVENIENT, MS. PEPPY!!!… But I have her beat… I’m signing her up for class… HA!! She’s in my grasp now… Ok, she gave me permission and requested that we stay in Ms. Perky’s class… I think Ms. Peppy is on those recreational pharmaceuticals again.
Ok.. she’s GUILTING me into going into Ms. Perky’s class again.… On the upside, I won’t have to think of another name for the new instructor, Ms. Perky is already married so hopefully we won’t hear about those mysterious three pounds… Ms. PERKY – DO NOT READ THIS!!! I really enjoy her class, and I really need to start doing the stairs… I need the cardio, and it will help with my thunderous lower appendages. Per Ms. Perky’s instruction… Tues-Thurs I should start walking… Hey, I think I’m doing good with actually making it to class... Even if it occasional. Ms. Perky is such a meanie-head.
I just picked up my water jug… Ow….
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Friday, June 13, 2008
Just when I thought...
Sigh…. She’s back… then she’s leaving, then back again…
Ok… Ms. Perky’s wedding was apparently very, very, lovely. I saw a few pictures she had at her desk and YOWZA… Not only was the groom a very handsome man, but a very lucky one, too… Ok. Enough comment about that.
So… Last Wednesday, I didn’t go to class due to the fact that I ran out of the house without my workout clothes. It was an accident, really!! Friday… I am at a loss for. I don’t recall going, but I certainly can’t remember dodging. Note to self… take more Ginkgo Baloba.
I really like Ms. Perky-sub, but I couldn’t figure out if I was working hard enough or not. I was certainly sweating… That I can do by breathing. Sad, I know. She also did the wonderful stretches before and after. Ahhhh… Luckily we’ll have her for Friday’s class…
Now, Ms. Perky bounced into class today and announced she only gained 3 pounds on her honeymoon. I want to know where she thinks these pounds adhered to her. I can’t imagine… She’s nuts. After this announcement I thought, "Great… she’s going to want to lose them all in this class… ". I wasn’t too far from the truth…
So we start side stepping. Now, I can’t dance unless I’m watching someone. (Then again, even dancing while watching someone isn’t pretty) Like line dancing. I can do that. And our warm up started. She did arm curls, arm and leg curls, and other things. I did the panicking chicken dance. You know… wings a-flappin’, legs a-flailin’, sweat a-flingin’…
Picked up moderate weights arm curls.. Chose 8lbs. Butts out. Standing flys. Chose 8lbs, dropped 8 lbs picked up 5 lbs. Over the head… chose 5 lbs… arm curls…blah blah blah… then the most favorite of all… SQUATS!… (I think I’m going to be sick) Feet together, shoulder width, wide… Wide squatting with a U shape… flex foot… Remember all those nasty things I thought about Ms. Perky?? Well, let me tell you… I had all but forgotten… I certainly remember now… Grrrr..
On stomach, push-ups... Mine were more like push downs… No ups… I got Ms. Peppy giggling by my attempting to do these.. Then she blamed me for her "failure". WHATEVER… Ok… stand up doing arm stuff. rows, wide rows, arm curls… back now on the floor, more push downs… (Remember, no ups…) I feel like a toddler just learning how to stand on her own… Very, very kid-like.. Very, very unprofessional or dignified.
On back, over head, 5 lbs., stand up, repeat, on ball – benchwork. Keep stomach tight, keep back straight… well, the bench tends to be slanted… thighs hurt. I’ve been watching the clock all this time, and was very surprised that the class went fast… (shhhh… I didn’t just say that)
I’ve seen my profile with and without clothes. It ain’t pretty. I’ve got this stomach thing going… Yuck. I’ve got to find an exercise that makes me use my stomach muscles without me trying to remember to. Then… I have to remember to do these outside class… THEN, I’ll win the lottery and move to Europe… THEN… well.. Yeah, you get the idea.
Thursday, I noticed that my body from my neck to my toes (ok, maybe not the toes, but pretty close to) was a bit stiff… Through out the day I could feel the stiffness coming on. I made sure I took an extra Glucosomine tablet before bed. That usually loosens me up a bit. So does alcohol, but I can’t take enough of that to do the trick if I have to get up in the AM.
Just for the record… I had to leave work to go get TAFL for the frequent car-handoff. I had no sooner walked out the door and half way down the steps when the shuttle used to transport us whooshed away to pick up some more employees… I said quite a few colorful things, to my shock. So… I had to walk all the way down to the car. Now, I can hear you all with your sarcastic Awww going on. You’re not fooling anyone. This was a good AND bad thing at the same time. Good because it made me get a bit of cardio in on the way to the car, the bad thing that it put me a bit later to pick up TAFL. So, on my behalf, I did do somewhat of a workout… It took about 10 min to get there.
Ok… Fast forwarding to Friday… I’m sore… I really wish I had drunk the alcohol. But what can you do after the fact. That and I drink so much anyway… I’m a lush… Ok, a four-pack of wine coolers lasts me a year and a half.
As for today’s work out… I think I’m going to boycott. I know Ms. Perky-sub will be here and her workouts are wonderful to my body… But at the present minute… I have a horrendous headache that has yet to be affected by the OTC pain meds already ingested for such a cure.
I’m sure I’ll beat myself up last on if I can move my arms that much. My forearms hurt, my thighs hurt, my back hurts from neck to butt. I have back problems anyway, but this is more a muscle hurt than a "OOH-I-need-an-adjustment hurt". My shoulders hurt, my "girls" hurt. Let’s just say I hurt.
Ok… If I don’t have the motivation to go to class today… I must create the motivation to do some exercises at home. I may even obtain Ms. Peppy (who wasn’t so peppy yesterday) and walk down the stairs and back up them. Floor 7 to 2 and back again (Hey! That sounded Canadian… Floor 7…)
The motivation I’m really looking forward to is the box of Whitman’s chocolates I have at home… I’ll need some more consoling after I beat up my body…
Ok… Ms. Perky’s wedding was apparently very, very, lovely. I saw a few pictures she had at her desk and YOWZA… Not only was the groom a very handsome man, but a very lucky one, too… Ok. Enough comment about that.
So… Last Wednesday, I didn’t go to class due to the fact that I ran out of the house without my workout clothes. It was an accident, really!! Friday… I am at a loss for. I don’t recall going, but I certainly can’t remember dodging. Note to self… take more Ginkgo Baloba.
I really like Ms. Perky-sub, but I couldn’t figure out if I was working hard enough or not. I was certainly sweating… That I can do by breathing. Sad, I know. She also did the wonderful stretches before and after. Ahhhh… Luckily we’ll have her for Friday’s class…
Now, Ms. Perky bounced into class today and announced she only gained 3 pounds on her honeymoon. I want to know where she thinks these pounds adhered to her. I can’t imagine… She’s nuts. After this announcement I thought, "Great… she’s going to want to lose them all in this class… ". I wasn’t too far from the truth…
So we start side stepping. Now, I can’t dance unless I’m watching someone. (Then again, even dancing while watching someone isn’t pretty) Like line dancing. I can do that. And our warm up started. She did arm curls, arm and leg curls, and other things. I did the panicking chicken dance. You know… wings a-flappin’, legs a-flailin’, sweat a-flingin’…
Picked up moderate weights arm curls.. Chose 8lbs. Butts out. Standing flys. Chose 8lbs, dropped 8 lbs picked up 5 lbs. Over the head… chose 5 lbs… arm curls…blah blah blah… then the most favorite of all… SQUATS!… (I think I’m going to be sick) Feet together, shoulder width, wide… Wide squatting with a U shape… flex foot… Remember all those nasty things I thought about Ms. Perky?? Well, let me tell you… I had all but forgotten… I certainly remember now… Grrrr..
On stomach, push-ups... Mine were more like push downs… No ups… I got Ms. Peppy giggling by my attempting to do these.. Then she blamed me for her "failure". WHATEVER… Ok… stand up doing arm stuff. rows, wide rows, arm curls… back now on the floor, more push downs… (Remember, no ups…) I feel like a toddler just learning how to stand on her own… Very, very kid-like.. Very, very unprofessional or dignified.
On back, over head, 5 lbs., stand up, repeat, on ball – benchwork. Keep stomach tight, keep back straight… well, the bench tends to be slanted… thighs hurt. I’ve been watching the clock all this time, and was very surprised that the class went fast… (shhhh… I didn’t just say that)
I’ve seen my profile with and without clothes. It ain’t pretty. I’ve got this stomach thing going… Yuck. I’ve got to find an exercise that makes me use my stomach muscles without me trying to remember to. Then… I have to remember to do these outside class… THEN, I’ll win the lottery and move to Europe… THEN… well.. Yeah, you get the idea.
Thursday, I noticed that my body from my neck to my toes (ok, maybe not the toes, but pretty close to) was a bit stiff… Through out the day I could feel the stiffness coming on. I made sure I took an extra Glucosomine tablet before bed. That usually loosens me up a bit. So does alcohol, but I can’t take enough of that to do the trick if I have to get up in the AM.
Just for the record… I had to leave work to go get TAFL for the frequent car-handoff. I had no sooner walked out the door and half way down the steps when the shuttle used to transport us whooshed away to pick up some more employees… I said quite a few colorful things, to my shock. So… I had to walk all the way down to the car. Now, I can hear you all with your sarcastic Awww going on. You’re not fooling anyone. This was a good AND bad thing at the same time. Good because it made me get a bit of cardio in on the way to the car, the bad thing that it put me a bit later to pick up TAFL. So, on my behalf, I did do somewhat of a workout… It took about 10 min to get there.
Ok… Fast forwarding to Friday… I’m sore… I really wish I had drunk the alcohol. But what can you do after the fact. That and I drink so much anyway… I’m a lush… Ok, a four-pack of wine coolers lasts me a year and a half.
As for today’s work out… I think I’m going to boycott. I know Ms. Perky-sub will be here and her workouts are wonderful to my body… But at the present minute… I have a horrendous headache that has yet to be affected by the OTC pain meds already ingested for such a cure.
I’m sure I’ll beat myself up last on if I can move my arms that much. My forearms hurt, my thighs hurt, my back hurts from neck to butt. I have back problems anyway, but this is more a muscle hurt than a "OOH-I-need-an-adjustment hurt". My shoulders hurt, my "girls" hurt. Let’s just say I hurt.
Ok… If I don’t have the motivation to go to class today… I must create the motivation to do some exercises at home. I may even obtain Ms. Peppy (who wasn’t so peppy yesterday) and walk down the stairs and back up them. Floor 7 to 2 and back again (Hey! That sounded Canadian… Floor 7…)
The motivation I’m really looking forward to is the box of Whitman’s chocolates I have at home… I’ll need some more consoling after I beat up my body…
Monday, June 2, 2008
And one time... At exercise class...
Well... I didn’t write anything for last Friday, because... well... I was fine, nothing hurt, and I don’t even think I broke a sweat. I figured classes with Ms. Perky-sub it was going to be a cakewalk... Apparently, that cakewalk is weighing heavily on my stomach... Something like White Castle Belly Bombers, without the grease.
So, Ms. Peppy was making some excuse about maybe having to leave class early, blah, blah, blah... But she went... We were late, but she went... She forced me down the stairs from the 7th floor down to the second. Remember those thousand steps? I think going up there are more than going down... I swear!!! But I was ok, because we didn’t go UP!
So we get to the locker room and change. When we finally get into class, everyone is bouncing on balls. THE EXERCISE PILATES TYPE BALLS... Jeez, you guys, get your mind out of the gutter... *shakes head*. So we get our equipment and settle down to work out... I’m thinking, if this is anything like Friday, I’m going to have to step it up... I have a goal....
Just a side note... The goal is to walk the entire site at Interfuse next year... I didn’t say ANYTHING about eating healthier... However, I am not getting into my eating habits on this blog... Well... I might.
Ok... So... We’re in class bouncing on the ball.. I can do that. We stand up and start side to side step-touches. This is such a piece of cake... GERMAN CHOCOLATE!!! We’re warmed up now... Ms. Perky-sub is just awesome... She and Ms. Perky can tag team anytime...
Ms. Perky-sub announces since Friday we worked on the upper body, we’ll be working on the lower body today... That’s when Ms. Perky-sub went evil... I mean horns and everything.... Squats... Ok... This is ok... I can handle this... Uh... Maybe. Thighs are starting to burn... She mentioned something about knees hurting... But that direct call from my thighs to my brain was made and well... If my knees hurt, I couldn’t tell. Squat here, squat there... Here a squat, there a squat... Squat, squat, squat. I’m starting to sweat. Not just a “glow” sweat.. I mean drip, drip, drip, sweating that I hate.
Every time I “glow” profusely my face goes bright red (sort of like Rudolph but not just my nose), my makeup looks like hell, and I can’t find a cool enough spot even if I were in Antarctica. I get “water” in my ears and eyes. My hair frizzes to no end (not even the split ends). I can only imagine what I smell like. Blech. And I have to get redressed to go back to work... *gag*
Now, I’m so glad I brought my towel into class with me... I’m sure my bit of floor was getting squishy. We did so many different variations of exercises that I really can’t begin to call them anything but what they truly are... WRONG!! They are very, very, wrong.
You’d think using the balls would make things easier... Yeah... I thought that... For about a minute. She has us stand over the ball... Right.. I took one that was a bit bigger so I tried to straddle it. So, now I can’t feel the floor with either foot because of the chosen ball. I’m holding on for dear life as this stupid thing starts rolling around... I’d jump off, but I’m not sure how at this point... I finally figure out how to get to my feet and I step back so my feet are on the floor and we’re squatting and squeezing the ball with our knees. Ok... From where I’m standing and the position of the ball... I’m thinking that it’s just going to give way and slingshot from between my legs and attack Ms. Positive who’s standing in front of me... However, I out maneuver that thought by putting my hands on the ball... All while doing squats... (said with clenched teeth).
We finally get to sit on the ball when she tells us to lift the right leg, extend, bend back to 90 degrees, down... All in a count of four... Not like 1234... But 1.,..2....3....4... This is a multi-tasking nightmare. Balancing on the ball... I figured it was squishy and would stay in place...Boy was I wrong. Lifting the leg and doing that thing... Still balancing on the ball... I think Ms. Perky was talking to Ms. Perky-sub recently... Why, I don’t know... Ms. Perky should be on her honeymoon and not trying to devise evil plans to defeat us (read - me)...
Ms. Perky-sub then has us lie down and lean against the ball... I’m going to work on my very maximus gluts... Alright.. Logic tells us we MUST put an arm OVER the ball so it actually can stay where it should. Ms. Perky-sub gives us different variations of what we can do while doing leg lifts... One of them is to put your hand on the ground, over the ball, to help balance you. Ok, I have a huge ball, my arm is over the ball trying to find the floor but I end up clutching one side, and my other hand is clutching the other side for dear life. As we were working our right leg, my left knee was on the floor... I didn’t think balance was really going to be a problem... I...was...wrong.
The count was to do 15 reps on each side. I do what I can, switch to the other side as Ms. Perky-sub states we will be doing this five more times on either side... Brain wake up call... WHAT??? She was only joking... I like her sense of humor...but man I’ve got to think of something to make her pay... I must incorporate Ms. Peppy and Ms. Positive in a revenge session. Although with the two of them, they may talk me out of it... Grrrr....
The final test of the session is to put your feet on the ball... Sort of sitting using the ball as a chair and the back of the chair is the floor. I like that... And do side crunches... Ugh. I use whatever muscles are on call and available. Ok... Sit up into a “V” keeping your feet on the ball. Hands behind you to support you... Well... Ms. Peppy started laughing at me because my hands just slid on the floor and I was back down with just my feet on the ball... I tried a few more times... Ok...so I’m not working on my gluts, my thighs, or my calves... I’m working my abs... Both upper and lower as I just giggle... Do you realize how hard it is to do something while laughing??? I can only imagine how graceful I looked.
We stretched with such beautiful music and I was in zen... Ahhhh.... Damn, now I have to get up... Note to self, devise evil plan before Wednesday...
So, Ms. Peppy was making some excuse about maybe having to leave class early, blah, blah, blah... But she went... We were late, but she went... She forced me down the stairs from the 7th floor down to the second. Remember those thousand steps? I think going up there are more than going down... I swear!!! But I was ok, because we didn’t go UP!
So we get to the locker room and change. When we finally get into class, everyone is bouncing on balls. THE EXERCISE PILATES TYPE BALLS... Jeez, you guys, get your mind out of the gutter... *shakes head*. So we get our equipment and settle down to work out... I’m thinking, if this is anything like Friday, I’m going to have to step it up... I have a goal....
Just a side note... The goal is to walk the entire site at Interfuse next year... I didn’t say ANYTHING about eating healthier... However, I am not getting into my eating habits on this blog... Well... I might.
Ok... So... We’re in class bouncing on the ball.. I can do that. We stand up and start side to side step-touches. This is such a piece of cake... GERMAN CHOCOLATE!!! We’re warmed up now... Ms. Perky-sub is just awesome... She and Ms. Perky can tag team anytime...
Ms. Perky-sub announces since Friday we worked on the upper body, we’ll be working on the lower body today... That’s when Ms. Perky-sub went evil... I mean horns and everything.... Squats... Ok... This is ok... I can handle this... Uh... Maybe. Thighs are starting to burn... She mentioned something about knees hurting... But that direct call from my thighs to my brain was made and well... If my knees hurt, I couldn’t tell. Squat here, squat there... Here a squat, there a squat... Squat, squat, squat. I’m starting to sweat. Not just a “glow” sweat.. I mean drip, drip, drip, sweating that I hate.
Every time I “glow” profusely my face goes bright red (sort of like Rudolph but not just my nose), my makeup looks like hell, and I can’t find a cool enough spot even if I were in Antarctica. I get “water” in my ears and eyes. My hair frizzes to no end (not even the split ends). I can only imagine what I smell like. Blech. And I have to get redressed to go back to work... *gag*
Now, I’m so glad I brought my towel into class with me... I’m sure my bit of floor was getting squishy. We did so many different variations of exercises that I really can’t begin to call them anything but what they truly are... WRONG!! They are very, very, wrong.
You’d think using the balls would make things easier... Yeah... I thought that... For about a minute. She has us stand over the ball... Right.. I took one that was a bit bigger so I tried to straddle it. So, now I can’t feel the floor with either foot because of the chosen ball. I’m holding on for dear life as this stupid thing starts rolling around... I’d jump off, but I’m not sure how at this point... I finally figure out how to get to my feet and I step back so my feet are on the floor and we’re squatting and squeezing the ball with our knees. Ok... From where I’m standing and the position of the ball... I’m thinking that it’s just going to give way and slingshot from between my legs and attack Ms. Positive who’s standing in front of me... However, I out maneuver that thought by putting my hands on the ball... All while doing squats... (said with clenched teeth).
We finally get to sit on the ball when she tells us to lift the right leg, extend, bend back to 90 degrees, down... All in a count of four... Not like 1234... But 1.,..2....3....4... This is a multi-tasking nightmare. Balancing on the ball... I figured it was squishy and would stay in place...Boy was I wrong. Lifting the leg and doing that thing... Still balancing on the ball... I think Ms. Perky was talking to Ms. Perky-sub recently... Why, I don’t know... Ms. Perky should be on her honeymoon and not trying to devise evil plans to defeat us (read - me)...
Ms. Perky-sub then has us lie down and lean against the ball... I’m going to work on my very maximus gluts... Alright.. Logic tells us we MUST put an arm OVER the ball so it actually can stay where it should. Ms. Perky-sub gives us different variations of what we can do while doing leg lifts... One of them is to put your hand on the ground, over the ball, to help balance you. Ok, I have a huge ball, my arm is over the ball trying to find the floor but I end up clutching one side, and my other hand is clutching the other side for dear life. As we were working our right leg, my left knee was on the floor... I didn’t think balance was really going to be a problem... I...was...wrong.
The count was to do 15 reps on each side. I do what I can, switch to the other side as Ms. Perky-sub states we will be doing this five more times on either side... Brain wake up call... WHAT??? She was only joking... I like her sense of humor...but man I’ve got to think of something to make her pay... I must incorporate Ms. Peppy and Ms. Positive in a revenge session. Although with the two of them, they may talk me out of it... Grrrr....
The final test of the session is to put your feet on the ball... Sort of sitting using the ball as a chair and the back of the chair is the floor. I like that... And do side crunches... Ugh. I use whatever muscles are on call and available. Ok... Sit up into a “V” keeping your feet on the ball. Hands behind you to support you... Well... Ms. Peppy started laughing at me because my hands just slid on the floor and I was back down with just my feet on the ball... I tried a few more times... Ok...so I’m not working on my gluts, my thighs, or my calves... I’m working my abs... Both upper and lower as I just giggle... Do you realize how hard it is to do something while laughing??? I can only imagine how graceful I looked.
We stretched with such beautiful music and I was in zen... Ahhhh.... Damn, now I have to get up... Note to self, devise evil plan before Wednesday...
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