Mark Morford’s article this morning depressed me. I mean, he’s still my new boyfriend and all, but it was still a downer. I came home from work, read it, and immediately had to go hide under my covers and hum softly to myself. Eventually, Pru came and sat on me, and I felt better. So I got up, took a nice long bath, got something to eat, and then watched Revelations. Which is about, naturally, the End of Days. So I can’t type long, because I’m going to have to go back under my covers in a minute. It’s a good thing I’m not diagnosed with depression or anything. Or have a bookclub in Satan’s name. ummm…
Today was my first Stability Ball class, the exercise class I signed up for, which so shocked the world. Turns out, I’m not very stable, kids. I already knew that. I spent some time on the floor…. it’s hard to not just roll right off that so-called “stability” ball. The teacher said things like “Now for you, let’s just concentrate on staying on the ball, we’ll work on form later,” to me. Tessa was on the ball next to me, but Louise was across the room, and she was struggling as much as I was. The teacher would demonstrate the next exercise, Louise, slightly behind her, would make a horrible “you are fucking joking, right?” face, Tessa and I would start to giggle, and the teacher asked if she was going to have to separate us. I think we’ve talked one of my favorite ex-managers to sign up as well. We need a fourth for when we partner up. The worst part was, for warm ups today, we did squat thrusts. SQUAT THRUSTS!! I haven’t done that since 8th grade PE class when the coach decided it would be fun to pretend we were all in boot camp, and had us do hundreds upon hundreds of calisthenics like squat thrusts, push ups, sit-up and chin ups. And then made us run. Fun. But eventually, he was caught cheating on his wife, the cheerleading coach over at the high school, with a girl from her soccer team, a student. So I guess he got his karmic payback for that.
Aaaanyway, I’m already feeling “it” in some muscles. Oh yeah, you really feel “it” after one of these ball workouts. No, you do. I’m not kidding. I’m already sore. Leave me alone, I’m headed back under my covers now.
Ball excercises… is that what you kids call it now a days…
Stability ball? Is this just a less mystical way of saying you’re doing Pilates?
is it pilates? i don’t know. it’s one of those big exercise balls… some people sit on theirs at their desks as well. i’m not sure if that ball is part of a pilates work out. but if it is… MY GOD I’M DOING PILATES!!
check me!
i have a stability ball! i haven’t used it yet, but i have one. and yeah, i think it is pilates, so go on with your bad pilates self. 🙂
I felt the same way about Mr. Morford! “Sign up to have MM’s articles sent to you?” Sure! After his Good Christian gospel, I definitely want that positive, reassuring sunshine in my box! Then BAM! Gloom, doom, and destruction………Hey, maybe he’s an advertising scheme for Revelations. Yeah, it’s all just a plot for ratings…….or at least that’s what I’m going to tell myself as I plant more seeds in my garden to prepare myself for the coming days…..
On a more serious note, supposedly that ball is Pilates related and anything you do with it strengthens your core (Pilates speak). Sometimes I watch tv while sitting on it thinking I’m doing something productive but then I fell off it watching Scrubs and ended up laughing my ass off while using it as a foot stool.
yes! she was always talking about the core! i’m so doing pilates. and you know what? IT HURT ME! I think my core was very soft and squishy. because i’m very very sore today.
i’m going to need a hot tub, a massage therapist and a white russian [drink, not human] STAT.
First day of class, and already being reprimanded by the teacher, huh? HOORAY! There’s the Jodi that I know, and love. It’s so good to see you, I thought we’d lost you there, for awhile, to eviljodi, you know, the one who does yardwork.
there sure is nothing stable about those stability balls the first time, huh?! i was sore after my first workout, too.
Jodi, my core is also super soft and squishy, and now I’m definitely rethinking the idea I’d previously had about using a “stability” ball for my office chair. I’m seeing bruises. But white Russians are ALWAYS the answer….Dude.