I’ve had a hard time sticking to my workout regimen lately. All of a sudden the things that I’ve been neglecting while sitting on my fat arse blogging have piled up to the point that they can no longer be ignored. I’ve spent the last couple weeks trying to play catch up. Friday arrived and I committed myself to getting back on the exercise wagon because as you know my physician has informed me that I have one foot in the grave and it’s critical to improve my health it’s good for me. I made plans with Daugher #1 to go for a long power-walk after dinner.
When I say “power-walk”, I use the term loosely. D1, on the other hand, takes it very seriously. She walks like my mother…………….FAST! I have little stubby legs that have a hard time keeping up with her gait. Sometimes she even runs ahead and then runs back to get me. (Always good for my self-esteem) I’m no stranger to cardiovascular exercise and can usually hold my own with women my own age but this young chickee pisses me off, runs circles around me provides a challenge to which I can aspire.
We walked 4 miles on Friday evening. It was HOT! But it felt good. So good in fact that we made plans to walk at the beach the next morning. We walked for an hour the next morning at the beach. We wanted to power-walk so we didn’t go down to the water but instead chose to remain on the sidewalk where we could walk at a good clip without obstacles to slow us down.
The beach walk pretty much wiped me out. I think I was a little dehydrated and it didn’t help that I mowed the yard when I got home. By evening, I was feeling more than a little stiff and sore. I went to bed early to read and avoid excess movement that resulted in pain.
This morning, I awoke with the worst kink in my neck and my back and legs are so stiff and sore. It always amazes me how walking uses such totally different muscles as any other exercise including running. If you exercise regularly but don’t walk often, I would caution you to take it easy and ease yourself into it or end up like me: Popping muscle relaxers and ibuprofen while whining, moaning, groaning, b*tching, cursing and whining some more on the couch while watching favorite movies, tweeting and blogging.
All that and my crackberry died a slow death by drowning at the hands of a wicked water bottle that erupted all by itself. Contrary to reports by eyewitnesses, I swear it wasn’t my fault! I was merely trying to save the life of a flying library book and happened to have said water bottle in my hand at the time. Library book – 1, crackberry – 0. I think that the Palm Beach County Library system should reimburse me for my expenses to replace the phone and I don’t think it would be excessive to throw in a million or two for pain and suffering. (I’m sure that must be where the kink in my neck came from.) Oh sure…I’ll get a new crackberry but I’m not sure I can ever love another. It will never be the same.
Before I go back into my drug-induced coma, I want to mention that Nanny Goats in Panties is having a giveaway. Rachael Ray 10-pc cookware set! I think they would look very nice in my kitchen. In fact I’m sure of it. I get another entry by mentioning it here. You should go there and try to win them yourself or you could increase my chances to win by completely ignoring this paragraph. It’s up to you.
Hugs,
