Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Day 13 - HELP is always lurking...

Day 13 – Words cannot adequately describe the workout.

If exercise balls are cut in half, they should deflate like normal balls do.

I got a better look at this one tonight—several times. I have named it.

The HELP Ball - Help Exterminate Living Persons
Sounds innocent, HELPful even…Just what they want you to think.

Bicep curls are tough. Bicep curls on the HELP ball are tougher. I am afraid of what’s next.



Squats burn. Squats on the HELP ball make you wobble, spasm, flail, as your Instructor barks, “Lower Ferran!” “Don’t lean forward Ferran!” “Stick your [butt] out Ferran!” Finally, he steps away, shakes his head, and says, “I don’t know what to tell you Ferran.”

How about – “That looks really hard on your spasming lower back, Ferran, as I just made you do 20 reverse sit-up thingies. Sit over there and enjoy a nice, cold Diet Coke.” Near-death experiences can make you think crazy thoughts, okay?

I had to say, “Instructor R, I need to stop.” Humiliating, but necessary and life-preserving.


Next circuit though, I did much—or a little—better.

Sometimes commanding you to do more helps you push through it. Tonight, it was the shaking of the head, which I interpreted as, “You are beyond any help I can give you.” To which I thought, “Oh no you di’int say that to ME. I’ll prove I can do it.” And I did. Right after I admitted I needed to stop.

Two good lessons. Me and the HELP ball—I’m afraid our relationship will never be one of friendship.

2 comments:

Trevor, Brianna, Alivia, and Tayvree Hansen said...

Wow, a near-death experience....I've had several of those:
1. when i was pushing for 2 hours to get Alivia out and they SHUT OFF the EPIDURAL!!!

2. one time when I had an ingrown toenail and it was throbbing up to my leg....I really thought....no really....that I wouldn't wake up in the morning. I told Trevor I loved him and to tell you you actually 'could use the funeral picture if you want i guess'

3. one time when i was throwing up every ten minutes and my stomach was in a continual cramp and I kept dry-heaving bright orange stuff and pretty much almost saw my ancestors....(some who aren't feeling too well) but we made it to the hospital in the knick of time and they stuck an iv in me and I was in la la land....almost with my ancestors...or so i thought...til they woke me up and told me to go home!! what i just got here!! but oh wait it had been hours..... hard to say goodbye to a good iv like that :(

ok, yes, I would say suck it up you sissy, but actually you should just get an iv :D

M-Cat said...

You need to become ONE with the ball. See the ball, be the ball.....it really will help when you attempt to huck it across the room.

So proud of you!