Balls and Walnuts
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crazy tired
My trainer is vicious.
This one thing she made me do tonight? She had me do pushups on the stability ball (that’s that huge ball, looks like an elementary school kickball on ‘roids), such that my thighs are supported on the ball. Fair enough, but while I’m doing ’em, she’s rocking the ball, moving it back and forth, side to side beneath me — all to improve balance. The pushups are the easy part.
Ever hear of a Bosu? Sort of a half-dome thing. You can stand on it with the flat side up or down, hence the acronym, Both Sides Utilized. Flat side up is the more difficult of the two.
Try touching your toes while standing on the Bosu flat side up. Try reaching down with a weighted bar in your hands, or with one of those heavy medicine balls.
I never would have thought training required so much balance. She’s a great believer in core strength, my trainer. We’ve hardly done any weights at all.
I touched my toes today! (You know, the hard way, by bending over and doing it.) So the question now becomes: what am I training for?
One of these days I should give movie reviews: movies that are great to watch while doing aerobics.
For example,
Rocky with Sylvester Stallone. Five Burly Biceps. I hate Stallone as much as the next guy, but hot DAMN this is a good movie to work out to. I think I stayed on that damned elliptical trainer more than 90 minutes, just to find out how the movie would end.
You mean I have to watch the sequel now?
Or,
Something’s Gotta Give with Jack Nicholson, Diane Keaton, and Keanu Reeves. One puny biceps. The plot, per IMDB: “A swinger on the cusp of being a senior citizen with a taste for young women falls in love with an accomplished woman closer to his age.” I’m sorry, but Jack? You ain’t on the cusp of senior citizenry. You a full citizen, pal.
Or maybe they were referring to Keanu?
Anyway, I’m not sure what’s more of a turn-off: the idea of metrosexual Keanu consorting with on-the-cusp Keaton, or the idea of Jack Nicholson consorting with anyone. This movie sucked the life right out of me.
Yeah, I could go on . . .
D.
I never got Jack Nicholson. Don’t know why people think he’s so great.
Maybe I’ll feel differently when I’m on the cusp.
Your trainer sounds like my trainer. Although *thinks* I’m willing to bet they’re ALL pretty sadistic like that.
The BOSU and I have a very uneasy relationship. Friends? I think not…
Oh, Jack Nicholson wasn’t half bad in the original Little Shop of Horrors. After that? Um . . .
Hi Kris! Trouble is, I like sadistic women (right, Karen?)
You’re training so that when you eventually make it Down Under, I can plonk your skinny arse on the back seat of my tandem bike and give you a cyclists’ tour of this fair city.
But but but bikes make me go numb! And people on bikes get hit by cars! (I should know — in college, I got hit twice.) Can’t we walk?
You’re not gonna get numb bum on my tandem. It’s recumbent, with comfy seats.
But you’ll get laughed at, perhaps. But, hey, you LIKE being laughed at.
Little hairy apes get used to such sport.