I agreed to join a friend at a "Body Pump" weight lifting class on Friday at 6:20 in the am. Not that that time of the day bothers me--get real--I've already been up for an hour or two by then. I guess the class itself does not bother me so much as I have taken it before and really enjoyed it. I also really enjoyed the 20+ pins added to by bowling average.
What I am not looking forward to, and I am sure most of you can agreee is the sore muscles. Days after the class you are still "enjoying the effects". Yack! Call me crazy, but I actually enjoy walking up the stairs without pain--I think I remember that experience... I guess which is why I am taking this class in the first place. As the years add up on this ol' bod I am remembering some of my rellies who just sat down and decided that doing any kind of activity was just too much for them. And there they sat. Well, pretty soon everything is just too hard and then you really can't do anything, no matter how badly you desire to do said activities. Then I remember my beloved cousin Randy, who died of ALS at 36 years old. Who wanted so badly to get out of the chair and do something but couldn't. So I will get off my ass and do something. Come to think of it, eventually I will walk (dare I dream--to run) up the stairs without pain, right? That will be a welcome change.