this past sundAy C-14 asked me to join her for an i-pod workout called "hurricane".... being SuNdAy i figured it would be somewhat like asunday drive.
NOT... it was more like just this side of heck and a torture chamber.
i was watching her ability to do all the squats and crunches and who knows what they called the moves, i was in way too much pain to even care.
all i know is that you can make it look like you are doing the workout if you keep a keen eye on the other person and quickly move when they look your way.
since i had been sitting in a chair at the dining room table for a week studying for finals i figured a little workout, some stretching, getting my heart...to beat...would be helpful....again, NOT!!!
I barely crawled up the four flights of stairs to take my final bright and early MoNdAy morning! a classmate asked me if i was okay, i can only imagine what she was thinking happened to me.....
i replied back... "oh, i got my butt kicked
by a 14 year old and some i-pod app called a "hurricane"!!!
Seriously, the muscles we worked out didn't even exist back in the 80's....or maybe the problem is I haven't really worked them since the 80's.
either way, i still can't walk very well, and sitting is not an option because i am completely unable to stand up without help. I feel like I need a walker to safely go to the bathroom [TMI???]
in the future I will avoid anything that sounds similar to a destructive weather pattern...i forecast that i will most certainly take a sUndAy drive rather than a little light workout. ...and truly I QUIT..... CANT...is my word for today!!!!!!
interestingly a while back i blogged about same daughter telling me that she was
'Will you, um, marry me?' I haven't seen you in weeks! You don't look happy or excited about the prospect of our marriage! You're asking me to give up my - my freedom, my joie de vivre for an institution that fails as often as it succeeds? And why should I marry you anyway? I mean, why do you wanna marry me? Besides some bourgeois desire to fulfill an ideal that society embeds in us from an early age to promote a consumer capitalist agenda?
You don't need a weather man to know which way the wind blows. --bob dylan
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