That's not a ghost creeping slowly up your stairs. That sound you hear is the popping and cracking of my aching bones, grinding their way to a prematurely arthritic death. Since when did a few days of jumping jacks-- well, okay, a few days of jumping jacks, sprints, suicides, and squats-- mean hardly being able to climb the stairs?
Since now, apparently.
Gone are the days of gaily tripping through a workout and gazelling my way from bed the next day to do it all over again. It seems that aside from inducing overly introspective retrospectives, nearly being thirty means popping ibuprofen like communion wafers and saying a prayer to St. Sebastian that I won't do any lasting damage.
The boot camp leader actually sent out an e-mail yesterday urging us to let him know of any joint pain so he could make us aware of modifications. This morning, all I could think was that I'd be damned if I was the only one marching in place while everybody else jumped rope to Salt n' Pepa. Today, however, I'm going to hang my white flag in his inbox, because my knees? They need help.
"Push it good" my ass.
4 comments:
Jumping rope to Salt n' Pepa??? I think I might need to join you at this class. The boys and I have a tradition of shaking our booties to "Push It" whenever we are having a bad day.
Man, I applaud you for being so diligent with this class. I took a boot camp class with Bradley a couple years ago, and it made me feel like an out-of-shape grandma. I cried uncle halfway through the 10 weeks and didn't go back, in spite of Bradley's taunting. They don't call it boot camp for nothin, so creaking joints or no creaking joints, I think you deserve a medal!
(Oh, and I belatedly [after vacation] read your post about calling for comments--I can relate! I love commenting and getting comments. However, I do most of my blog reading during breaks at work nowadays, and it's only by some snafu in the Web Blocking program that I can even do that--somehow I can read, but I cannot comment except from home. But I'm always here, even if bound and gagged behind a corporate firewall.)
Erin, I'm glad you can commiserate (imprisoned behind corporate firewall or no)! Regarding the boot camp, it's not going to be any kind of body makeover, but in the very least it's got me excited about exercising again, and has taught me that I enjoy the whole circuit approach. I'm thinking I can get some DVDs to use-- I've never been an "at home" exercisier, but that's because even Tae-Bo is too coordinated for me. I can't follow along with choreographed stuff like that. But a minute of sit-ups, a minute of weights, and a minute of cardio-- wash, rinse, repeat? I can handle that.
Oh, and Ser, there are guest days, apparently...let me know if you want to join me on one of those! Although I have to warn you...sometimes, it's bad 80's glam rock. Salt n'Pepa was a nice surprise.
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