If you want me to do something, just tell me I can’t. Or better yet, it’s only for boys.
“Reverse psychology,” what’s that?
Now I realize it’s been a bajillion hot minutes since I’ve talked about working out, but the truth of the matter is I’m still hitting the gym every chance I get, which is about three to four days a week. In November, I literally went 50% of the month or fifteen days out of thirty. Sorry I work in Accounting; numbers are my thing; excel spreadsheets too. 50% of the time isn’t my greatest stat this year, but considering we’re in my busy season at work and I’ve had far too many lunch meetings, I’ll take it. You see, I hit the gym on my lunch hour(ish), and it’s the perfect break in the middle of my busy workday to blow off some steam and alleviate stress.
Lately, I’ve been doing a lot of spinning sessions and even filling in for the teacher, who has missed a bunch of classes the past few weeks, which is pretty much my dream job. I love creating a playlist that’s going to amp everybody up and then yelling at them (nicely) to get that last bit of remaining strength. Most people in the class know I’m not an actual instructor, and they happily (I think) let me do my thing. We had one new girl two weeks ago though, who didn’t know. After class she told me, “You’re crazy, and I like that.” Someone, not me, might actually be offended by this statement, but truth be told, I relish it. In my book, it translates to, “you kicked my ass, and that’s why I’m here.”
In addition to spinning, I’ve been doing boot camp classes again, which I’m really not supposed to do. Pretty much anything where your foot leaves the floor is a bad idea for me. I have arthritis in my knee and what the medical folks call, “unstable patella,” which means my kneecaps are bound to pop put of place. Good times. It happened on a few occasions, when I was still a gymnast and again in the doctor’s office last year, when he examined me. He was messing around with my knees and oops, pop, there the cap went. I think I freaked him out a little and that’s also why he diagnosed me as being “hypermobile,” and told me the only exercise I could safely do was swim. He sent me to physical therapy for eight weeks and by the end, they told me your kneecaps are no more stable now than they were weeks ago. You’re just loose all over, which is likely why the Hubby was originally attracted to me.
So I go to boot camp classes where everyone else is hopping across the floor like Mexican jumping beans, and I’m stuck in the corner squatting it out.
I’ll be honest, it sucks watching everybody else complete the full exercise, while I merely do squats. I want to explain myself at every class and be like, “I could totally do all that if I wanted, but I’ve got bad knees. Seriously, my knee cap could pop out; it happens. I swear” and on and on, but I say nothing. I keep doing my corner squats while feeling just a trifle stupid or worse, weak. I can tolerate a lot of things, but being seen as weak isn’t one of them.
So lately, I’ve scaled back on the boot camp classes and been hitting the weight room instead. Alright truth time, I cut down because my gym reduced the number of boot camp classes they offer, but who cares the reason. I’m back in the weight room, where I need to be.
While I may be a cardio junkie, I also love how my body feels when I have muscle tone: strong, tight and like world domination might not be far off. I relish lotioning up in the morning (What? It’s really dry here in Ohio.) and feeling that hamstring in the back of my leg or could it be, some tricep action going on. Strength, in any form, feels good.
I mentioned before, my family and I are checking out doing a Tough Mudder (every time I watch this video, I get pumped), and it’s looking like it may happen this summer. As a part of that, I need to work on strength training, especially my upper body. The Tough Mudder website offers several training plans, and of course I haven’t looked into any of them. Instead I’m doing my own thing, at least for now, and a big part of that is Boy Push Ups. Girl Push Ups are no problem for me, but Boy Push Ups are something else entirely. You are literally supporting your whole body weight with just your arms and chests, and to get through a Mudder, I need to be able to do that.
So my plan is simple. I’m going to conquer Boy Push Ups.
Yesterday, I was able to knock out three sets of ten (my personal record), and I’m going to keep going until my chest gives out or the Tough Mudder comes, whichever happens first. I’m hoping for the Mudder. Since nothing gets me going like a good competition, who wants to join my self-created Boy Push Up Challenge? The goal is to be able to do One Million Boy Push Ups in a single day.
Alight that might be unrealistic, so I’m shooting for one hundred Boy Push Ups in one day. I’d sure like some company on my weird personal journey, so anybody game? You could set your own daily goal, whether it be five or five hundred; the only rule is they have to be boy style.
Oh and by the way, when it comes to balls, I don’t throw like a girl. My Dad raised me to play catch with a hard ball, and the Hubby proposed the first time he saw me pitch a softball (I kid). I may not be the MVP of any leagues, but I can throw the ball just as good as any boys I know.
What’s your favorite way to exercise, and what’s you favorite pump up song? Have you ever done a Tough Mudder, and do you want to do boy push ups with me? Pretty please….it’ll be fun or sadistic or something.