Today, I overestimated myself.
Back when I was in high school, and even college, I would come home every day and do an exercise video — and I do mean video, as in cassette VHS with the blurry image and the OMG-THIS-IS-TAKING-SO-LONG wait while the tape had to actually rewind or fast-forward — and yes, I completely understand how old that makes me sound.
These were (are) challenging workouts, but it’s how I kept myself in shape in a small, gymless town seeing how my diet consisted of nothing but grilled cheese sandwiches, frozen pizzas, and Pepsi that coursed through my veins like a syrup transfusion.
Today when I was cleaning out some boxes, I came across a few of these videos. Through a wave of nostalgia, and since I needed to go to the gym anyway, I decided to kick it old school and do one of these babies (minus the Olivia Newton-John headband and leg warmers — at least on me, the “hostess” of this classic is forever memorialized in her Totally 80’s garb).
About 7 minutes into the video, I couldn’t help but notice how much harder this seemed than the last time I did it.
By the time we completed a second set of a million lunges, my thighs were on fire.
By the third set, they were shaking uncontrollably, and I was afraid they were going to give out.
Next we moved on to the butt portion of the video, and that didn’t go any better than the leg portion. Apparently your derrière is made up of a bunch of different muscles, and I don’t think I’ve used any since the time I was sipping Tab soda while snacking on my Dairy Queen baseball cap sundae.
It’s really bad when you start getting sore while you are still working out.
Don’t even get me started on the ab section. My
6 3 .06-pack was on fire halfway through the first set (sadly, there were three (million) more to do).
The “coach” on the video kept saying “to give yourself a challenge, you can modify the exercise like this…”. Challenge myself more? The challenge is going to be sitting up after the “normal” version is finished.
I did get through it, though all day I’ve felt like a Delorean drove over me. I must have been a little more bullet-proof when I was younger, because this 30-something mom is s-t-r-u-g-g-l-i-n-g.
I am a tad bit afraid what my poor body is going to feel like tomorrow. I will keep you posted.
Anyone out there forget how things were easier to do back … whenever?
My mom’s birthday was a couple of weeks ago, and I wanted to make her something. So I decided on a moss covered letter for her front door. To make this yourself here is what you will need:
- A wooden letter in whatever size you choose (I got this one at Hobby Lobby)
- A sheet of moss (this one came from Michaels)
- A glue gun with glue sticks, and
- Some ribbon — whatever color and width you prefer
First lay out your letter, front side down, on the back side of your moss.
Next, cut out your letter leaving an inch and 1/2 of extra on the sides of the letter. Then start hot gluing it to your letter.
On parts where it curved, I had to cut slits so that it would lay nicely without being bunched-up.
Once the moss is completely glued on you then cut a piece of ribbon and loop it under the top of the letter and tie a bow.
Make sure you remember to check-in on me tomorrow, and make sure that I haven’t died of soreness.
I have heard that can happen.
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