Working out when exhausted is tough for anyone but I'm still going to complain. After going to bed with only 6 hours before bootcamp I had trouble falling asleep because I was thinking. "Ugh only 6 hours until bootcamp." Sporting my cheeseburger society t-shirt I stole from a friend in college, I dragged my butt out of bed and to bootcamp. My driving factor being I want to be thirty flirty and fun more than I want to sleep.
Now for everyone's favorite game! Let's play what was impossible for Johanna today?!?! I hope you read that in you best inner game show host voice. In one of the circuits we did today we did something called a crab walk. I've said it many times before that I broke both wrists so I'm a big wuss because of it. I lack the ability to hold my weight with them and have reduced range of motion. With that in mind we were supposed to sit with our hands behind us and butts off the ground lifting one foot and the opposite hand towards each other.......yeah I struggled to just lift one foot at a time toeing the line of stressing my wrists too much that they'll hurt me the rest of the week. What's even better is there will be photographic proof of this struggle.
Surprisingly and luckily I was able to do one of the more difficult stations of the circuit called karaoke. No I wasn't singing....although it would eventually be a good exercise to pair with singing to improve one's ability to dance and sing simultaneously. Anyway I digress. The best way for me to describe karaoke is doing the hardest part of a grapevine over and over at your top speed. I think the only reason I didn't struggle with this unlike some is because it was more like muscle memory from my time on the theatre stage. It seems strange to think of MY muscles having any more than a deja vu from a far distant past life where they were actually used, but somehow I was able to karaoke without busting my face on the basketball court. Hurray for small victories!
We ended today by "running" "multiple" .7mile laps. As I'm starting on my second lap the Mayor's wife passes me on her third lap offering words of encouragement. Somehow she doesn't appear to be sweating, but her calves glisten in the morning sun....which makes me say to myself once again, " thirty flirty and fun, thirty flirty and fun."


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