Friday, August 28, 2009
I have gotten my ass kicked this week via workouts. Wait, let me rephrase that - I have kicked my own ass because of said workouts.
I have been exercising about 5 times a week since I was in junior high. Swim, run, walk, what have you - I'm not a fanatic, but it makes me feel good. Apparently you're supposed to "surprise" your muscles now and then, so I got a boxing workout book. Mind you, this book deviously had the words "boxing" and "workout" in the title.
Silly as it may seem, I like boxing as a sport. I even used to have a punching bag and gloves. Mind you, I have no desire to hit anyone, but it's a good workout and a good release of energy.
As it turns out, some of the moves in the book are meant for women who really do want to box. As in, hit other people in a ring with gloves on.
I found this out when I read some of the text that accompanied the illustrations. As in, "this will help build up XX muscles, which will make it easier when you get hit in the solar plexus," and also, "this will help strengthen XX, which will make it easier to rebound when you get hit in the face."
EEEEEEP! I don't want to get hit ANYWHERE, thank you very much.
Still, the exercises are good, right?
Mistake #1: I did the workout with ankle weights, which made them more difficult. Text: "Do 20 straight reps." Me: "Are you fucking kidding me?"
Mistake #2: I did the workout twice in three days. After my muscles complained, I took a day off, then I figured I'd tough it out and do it again on the third day. Big mistake.
Mistake #3: I determined that I did not need ibuprofen before going to sleep. Ha! I took it at 4 a.m.
Revelation: I have muscles that I have apparently never used before, and they are not happy. And they are letting me know about it. They are especially unhappy that I did said exercises twice in 72 hours.
So tonight, while Mr. RK is out with a buddy doing boy stuff, I am taking a long bubble bath, reading, and not working out. In fact, I see dessert in my (near) future.