Sunday, September 28, 2008

SUNDAY EVENING SPORTS REPORT

THE RAMS SUCK!

This has been your Sunday Evening Sports Report.

Sunday, September 21, 2008

BOOT CAMP: TWO WEEKS DOWN

After Week Two, I'm not in as much pain as I was after Week One, which I refer to in my mind as Weak One. And this weekend, I did some running on my own, outside of the confines of Boot Camp. OK, it was more of a walk/run, but running was involved. I am a life-long detester of jogging and/or running; preferring roller blading, bike riding, swimming, etc. But I haven't been doing any of those lately (with 'lately' being defined as 'last several years') AND they aren't part of Boot Camp..... so.... I'm running. And hating every minute of it. In fact, I've developed a little song to help me with my cadence while I run. "I hate this...I hate this....I hate this". I'll agree, not very inventive or catchy, but at 5:45 am and running, I'm low on inventiveness. I do change it up from time to time with "this sucks...this sucks....this sucks" OR..... "I'm going to die.... I'm going to die."

The variety helps me from getting bored.

Friday, September 12, 2008

REALLY BAD HAIR DAY



On really humid days, I can relate.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

BOOT CAMP: DAYS TWO, THREE PREVIEW OF FOUR --- HOO boy

I'm going to have to update this weekend. I'm too pooped and need my sleep so I can wake up in time to make it to Day Four. But here's the breakdown so far.

Day Two: Sit ups.

Day Three: Push Ups

Day Four: Running (which apparently translates to "more running" because we've run every day. I've been told by the veterans that Day Four is the hardest.

OH, that reminds, me. It's time for my next dose of Ibuprofen.

Also, stairs? If someone put a gun to my head and told me I had to walk up a flight of stairs, I honestly would pay someone to either carry me up the stairs or just shoot me so I could avoid them. That is due to those fun exercises called "wall sits".

Monday, September 08, 2008

BOOT CAMP: DAY ONE --- HOO AHH!!!

I've been asked if it was what I expected. I'm not sure how to answer that right now. I expected do exercises; and we did.

I expected to have to run and hate it; we did and I did.

I expected to be really tired at the end of the day because one of my daughters -- who will remain nameless --called and woke me up at 10:30 last night to tell me about something that was on Myth Busters and then I couldn't go back to sleep; and I was. (OK, I'm finished harping on that Jenni -- oops)

I expect my muscles to be screaming at me; and so far they aren't. It is early in the scheme of things and that may be a sensation yet to be experiened. I'm also taking fistfulls of ibuprofen and YES I'm aware of contraindications but did you see where I said I'm not hurting? Yet?

What didn't I expect? The number of participants and the nicknaming thing. The class numbered about 40, and as described in the class description, the fitness levels ranged from couch potatoes to tri-athletes. I'd say most of the participants fell in between as there were quite a few people who were in shape but not at the crazy-out-of-their-mind level of the triathaletes. Not that I've ever known anyone in my life who was a crazy-out-of-his-mind triathelete who worked out about 4 hours a day or anything like that.

*cough*

Yeah...the nickname thing. Everybody gets a nickname. And apparently there are no guarantees they will be good ones. The instructor, whose name I didn't get except that he's called "Sir", introduced the returnees by their nicknames. Spike, Round-Up, Hotcakes, Nark. We were told that Hotcakes chose her nickname -- and seems to be the only one who got to. Round-up works for Monsanto. I don't yet know the origins of the other names. And I didn't really hear all of the others. As Sir pointed to them, the rest loudly yelled out Spike! Hotcakes! RoundUp! Nark! And then kind of faded out for the rest and all I heard was Mumble! Mumble! Mumble! Yada! Yada! Get! The! Idea?

And then it was time to name the newbies. The first one was chosen, stated her name, occupation, hobbies and the fact that she is getting married in a month. By unanimous consent of the gang in the back corner of the room, she was bestowed with the name of Bridezilla.

I was next. I gave my name, occupation (paralegal), hobbies (blogging and cooking). My nickname is ...uh... Briefs. Because of the paralegal thing. And again, by unanimous consent of the back corner of the room.

Next, another future bride who is a pharmaceutical rep selling blood pressure meds. Ed. For Erectile Dysfunction. I don't get it either, but the back corner of the room was enthusiastic about the name. In fact, when bouncing the options around, one guy said, "I like erectile dysfunction." Yes. He did say that out loud. But anyway, she's now Ed.

Another pharmaceutical sales rep, sells cholesterol drugs, and her hobbies are eating and drinking. Stroker. We now know the back corner of the room could easily confuse their medications if not careful. But it was early in the morning, we were going through the paces, so it's not surprising that creativity was in short supply.

There wasn't enough time for all of the newbies to get nicknames, so that activity continues tomorrow morning. Kathy and I can't wait for them to get to her son. Occupation: head cheesemonger at a local wine shop. But based on today's names, the back corner of the room just might christen him "Curd."