Over the years I’ve tried various and sundry things to shape up. Round is a shape isn’t it? To that end, a number of years ago – and by a number I mean about ten – while vegetating on the couch one Saturday morning in my usual potato-like state I saw an infomercial for TheFIRM® workout system.
Now, mind you, I had never been the athletic type. I’d never been coordinated. At all. I had given a few aerobics classes a go, but Grace is not my middle name, people. You know those group classes where you’re meant to go right and everybody in the class does exactly as they’re meant to save one. Yeah, I would be that one; that one going left when everybody else is going right, knocking everyone over like dominoes.
Even in grade school I was the last picked for any sport. Softball, kick ball, even Red Rover! You know the one – Red Rover, Red Rover, send Cindy right over. Nobody wanted me on their team. I threw like a girl. I whiffed the ball when I kicked. Rarely did I break through the arms of the opposing team.
Well, I was about to change all that from the comfort of my own home at the ripe old age of thirty-two. For the low, low price of $99.00US. But, if I ordered now I could get the system for three payments of $29.00US. And that wasn’t all. I could get free shipping!
This system was only one of a plethora of choices available. Nearly every channel had an infomercial for a workout or diet plan of some kind. But this one was different. This one was special. This one had the Fanny Lifter™!
It has come to my attention that fanny doesn’t mean the same thing the world over. So let me clarify: fanny in this context means butt, backside, derriere, tush, tuchus, ass.
I ordered it and got the free expedited shipping. It was at my door within three days, exactly as promised. It came with this two-piece contraption which was their signature piece of equipment at the time. It also came with three VHS tapes. Yes, that’s right, I ordered the VHS version. I’ve always been technologically challenged and behind the times. What of it?
Do you see that death trap? Do you? I dutifully unpacked the box and got started straight away. The three tapes it came with were called CardioSculpt™, BodySculpt™, and AbSculpt™. I stepped, lifted, and squatted with and without weights. I ab crunched, scissor crunched, and oblique crunched. I grapevined, sambaed, and stepped. All without the fear of injuring someone else or worrying about looking like a complete spazmatic. For a couple of years, actually. I even built up in the amount of weight I was able to use. I never did look like those women on the video covers, though. Oh well. Not the point, but it would have been a nice bonus.
As is always the case with me, though, something else came along and caught my interest and before I knew it I was out of the habit. I probably went on vacation or something and didn’t pick it back up when I returned home. It never takes much to distract me. Especially where physical exertion is concerned.
Determined, overweight, and – once again – out of shape I decided to take up running. It would be inexpensive, effective, and efficient. I could do that anywhere. No excuses. I found a program I could use to build up my stamina. The Couch-to-5K® fit the bill. So I laced up and struck out. No matter how hard I tried, though, I could never run very fast. In fact, I’m slower than molasses. I run like I have concrete blocks on my feet. The fastest I could ever run was an 11:30 mile. That was me at full blast. Is that even running? That might be jogging. It might even just be fast walking.
So much for no excuses. I don’t have a treadmill and don’t want one. I like to run outside. But when the time changes and it gets dark and cold before I get home that’s all she wrote. Before I know it I’m vegging on the couch and hibernating like an old bear. By the time I’ve built up from the spring to the fall I stop and the next spring I have to start all over again. But I do it. I get right back out there in the spring.
It’s that time again. On the advice of a fellow blogger I decided to do some strength training to improve my running time and stamina. I took a 30-day squat challenge so I did 100 squats a day for a month. Thinking that was a pretty good start I drug that old death trap back out. I popped the BodySculp™ tape into the VCR. Yes, I still have a VCR. I’m old-school. That’s how I roll!
Anyhow, I popped that bad-boy in the VCR ready to do some serious sculpting. I did TheFIRM® signature move -the fanny lift- I squatted, I lunged and before I knew it my heart felt like it was beating outside of my chest. Possibly on the floor. I was sweating. Profusely. I plopped my butt down on that Fanny Lifter™ and watched for a few minutes, then I got back up and had another go.
I thought I had done pretty well. By well, I mean I didn’t die. It didn’t kill me. As the day progressed, however, my legs and backside became increasingly sore. I thought it would be better the next day, though. For the next four days I could hardly walk. Which isn’t really that much of a problem for my job unless I’m expected to actually be there. I’d have to walk from my house to my car, then from my car into work. Every move took careful calculation to determine it’s worth.
Knowing the prescription for such is drinking lots of water to flush the lactic acid from my muscles I started out with that. That produced dilemmas. How could I get the water without having to move? And then there was the flushing part. Drinking lots of water produces lots of water. Holy crap, now I needed to walk to the toilet. Not only did I have to walk to the toilet, I had to put my sore fanny on the toilet. Ouch! But before my tush touched the toilet seat I’d have to reproduce a squatting action to get there. #@%&^%!
What is it they say? If it doesn’t kill you, it’ll make you stronger? I’ll have my husband post the funeral arrangements so you can send your condolences.