As mentioned in a previous post, I have been working out the past several weeks. Some people end up loving it and look forward to their time at the gym everyday. I am not one of those people. I hate working out. I hate pushing myself. I hate being uncomfortable. But I’m doing it because I have hope that it will get easier … or at least that eventually I will begin to feel or notice a change. Plus, with all the health issues our family has dealt with, I feel a need to be proactive about my health.
I am far from a fitness aficionado. Half the machines in the weight room I refer to as a doohickey or a watchmacallit or a pull thingee. Really. So please forgive me if I butcher any terms in this post. Feel free to make comments pointing out my ignorance as long as you are laughing with me….not at me.
Anyhow, there is a machine in the corner of the weight room. Well, machine is probably not the best word being that it doesn’t move. However, it is an apparatus — yes, that’s the better word — people use to do dips, pull ups, and such. It looks similar to this:
I use it to do a crunch-type of thing (again, don’t get caught up in semantics… I’m not). I face out, rest my back on the back of the apparatus, grab the handles and lift my knees up to my chest then bring them back down again. I do three sets of 10 reps.
I’ve got some pretty good stomach muscles. Always have. My claim to fame was I was the 6th grade county sit up champion. Oh, yeah. That was me. I’m sure you heard about it. My memory is a bit foggy, but I think Walter Cronkite may have reported on it because it was such a big deal and all. Anyhow, even after two babies…..abs of steel here. It’s just that they’re hidden. Under my stomach. Working on that.
Sorry. I digress…..in any event I was going to do those crunches today and I decided it was time to take it up a notch. So for the first time I alternated. I did one crunch by bringing up bent knees, but then I did a crunch by lifting my legs straight out and back down. Now, this may sound like no big deal, but it is. By the time I did three sets, I was ready to puke. I’m not even joking. But I did it.