What in the world was I thinking? Sometimes I astound myself at the shenanigans that I come up with. After spending 20 minutes on our elliptical yesterday, I decided to do some other exercises like I normally do. Some push-ups. And ab stuff. Throw in some arm stuff. Oooo, why not some side thingie stuff?! (I think they are technically called obliques.)
I decided to work on those love handles that have made my sides their TEMPORARY residence (I speak that in faith)
for the last several years. So, there I was, just turning my body side to side, kinda like the twist, and thinking, “Pashaw. I’m going to have a six pack in no time.”
Because of the ease of this exercise I decide to add to my future misery by doing this little move where I touch the side of each calf muscle and crunch the OBLIQUE with each move. Seemed like a good idea. I felt quite certain that those side thingies would be gone by the morning.
Webster does not have the word to describe the amount of pain I’m experiencing this morning. Dear sweet Lord baby Jesus, it hurts.
I can barely do anything today. Holy freakin’ cow! (And I mean freakin’ in the most Jesus-like way possible)
I’m simply sitting in my office chair right now and the only things that are moving are my fingertips. And the pain I’m experiencing would make a grown man cry. Yesireebobitwould.
Note to self: Forget the side thingies. They add cushion for hugs.