Did your mom ever scare the you-know what out of you by saying if you mess with this or that, you’d “poke your eye out”? Well, she wasn’t just sayin’ that to scare you. Stuff happens!
On Saturday, I’m bein’ a good doobee, doin’ some strength trainin’, which is just one of the many things you’re supposed to add into your schedule after, “a certain age.” Honestly, between the weight bearing exercise, stretching, running to the bathroom ‘cause of all the water I’m drinkin’ and don’t forget my nightime teeth routine with it’s brushing, flossing and now gum massagin’, I barely have time for anything else! Mind you, all of this huffin’ and puffin’ is not designed to help me get a killer bod, per se. No, I’m afraid that ship has sailed. Nowadays, I exercise just so’s I can maintain where I’m at. Yup, I’m workin’ out so I don’t loose ground.
Anyhoo, I have a strength training CD that stars Wendy, a tiny elf like woman who looks harmless enough, but let me tell you, she has a sadistic streak. Her weapon of torture is the resistance band. Despite that, I do the CD ‘cause it has these ten minute workouts that target different areas: upper body, lower body and core. I can wrap my head around ten minutes most days. I figure doing ten minutes consistently is better than thinking about, but not doin’ thirty minutes, three times a week. Besides, I have to walk Scamp, too, and I’m on my feet all day down to the A&P. So, it’s not like I’m some Maine couch potato.
Saturday was a lower body day. I’d already done the running man, a few modified lunges, some plies and I’m in the middle of doin’ squat abductions (I know, pretty impressive, huh?). So, I’m busy squatting and abducting, workin’ up a dew, when snap! My resistance band breaks in two. Needless to say, I was a little startled. Scamp, too, though not so much from the snapping as the expletive that may have escaped my lips at that moment. Good thing it wasn’t my upper body day, ‘cause I might have proved my mother right, and if not exactly poked my eye out, then at the very least gotten slapped in the face by one of them loose band ends. I’m a lucky gal.
I rather suspect the band didn’t break because of my massive muscles. Sadly, I think the darn thing was just plumb worn out. Boy, I know how that feels!
So, I’m off to the Wallymart to get me a new resistance band. I figure one every three years isn’t too bad. This time, I think I’ll use a sharpie and mark the date I bought it on the CD. That way, I’ll know when to don my protective eyewear. Long as I’m goin’ to Wallyworld, I may just have to check out their sales. I’m also in the market for a new pink lipstick. Hey, what can I say. I’m just a “look for the silver lining” kind of gal.
That’s it for now. Catch you on the flip side!
Coming Up This Summer
August 13 & 14: The View From He’ah On Stage, ACT ONE Summer Festival, Thursday at 2:00pm and Friday at 2:00pm & 8:00pm, Portsmouth, NH
August 15: Finding Your Inner Moose Book Reading, Newport Cultural Center, 11:00am, Newport, ME