I attended one of Gerald’s three-hour bootcamps on Saturday, for the first time in months. So much fun, but holy mother of crap on a hockey stick my arms hurt. I really got familiar with weights for the first time, this is the reason for my lovely pain. We did a lot of weight-lifting “to failure”, which just means you keep lifting the weights until you can’t possibly lift them anymore. Then other things, like doing sit-ups while holding a 20-lb weight above your head. Now, I can pound out sit-ups like a champ, but ohmygod they are hard with the weight up there. Go try it, I’ll wait. I was tired by 12, and we had to do 50. I was worried about dropping the weight and breaking my glasses, but then I was kind of, like, oh yeah, my face is right under my glasses. Don’t smash my face, that’s my money-maker!
We also ran some laps around the Dal track, and I have no idea how far it is but I got almost all the way around four times (with craziness on the steps in between) before I had to switch to walking for a minute. I figure that’s not too terrible considering I haven’t run since the last bootcamp.
Later that night, went out for drinks with kickboxers/bootcampers/fun people. It was a Goodbye Maggie thing, as Maggie is leaving and won’t be punching me in the stomach anymore. I discovered that ginger beer is an awesome mix, because you can’t taste anything over the power of ginger beer. I also learned that, if you drink with Gerald, there is a good chance he will dare you to do pushups on the dance floor. And, being as I’m me, there’s also a good chance I’ll do it! Oh, there are pictures. Maggie and I did it together, and in our defense, no one was dancing at the time.
Yoga was really interesting this morning. Apparently, in addition to hips, another place I’m weirdly flexible is shoulders, so that was fun to learn. Also annoying, because I was trying to stretch my damn shoulders and my stupid face was getting in the way. My stupid, stupid face. Anyway, where was I? Oh yes! We’re doing a 40-day yoga thingy, now. We each pick a particular yoga position, preferable something we’re crap at, and do it every day for 40 days. So, at home, we take out our mats and do the position, throw in a sun salutation, and the idea is that if you already have the mat out you’ll do some more positions because it’s there and yoga goddamned rules is what it does. I picked tree pose, because it’s a balance pose and it’s become increasingly clear to me that I probably need three legs, my balance is so terrible.
My mother is away to exotic locales, and she’s left her cat and her car with me, which is very exciting. The cat was pretty displeased with the arrangement yesterday, alternately hiding under my bed or wedged behind my stove somehow. He’s calmed down now, though! I swear to God, purring occurred. Now to get used to have cat hairs wedged into every crevasse, ah, I had forgotten that irritation. The car is exciting, though I haven’t used it much. I hate parking! Parking in Halifax is a pain in so much of my butt, seriously. So, yeah, I could drive forever, I just never want to stop, is pretty much my problem.