As I get older, I realize I’m not as adept as I once was. Not that I was ever a ballerina with grace and balance, but at least I could coordinate walking and talking simultaneously. Now, I can’t even lift my leg and opposite arm at the same time without falling, or worse, trying not to fall and instead, revert into a spastic-quazi-save-myself-from-further-humiliation-by-propelling-myself-forward kind of move. Which, by the way, never works and looks a million times more awkward than it sounds.
Bootcamp has always been a challenging experience for me from my first day almost three years ago, right up to today. Coach has decided the internet is fraught with ‘great interesting complex moves that we all should embrace into our repertoire!’ We think she should be banned from the internet.
‘Complex movements’ is just another phrase for lift-leg-while-standing-backwards-and-pushing-something-really-heavy. I clearly have issues with ‘complex movements’. If I could lift my leg whilst lifting a sandbag over my head and twirl around on my tippy toe, do you think I would be nervous about wearing heels and walking on a tile floor? I CAN’T DO THAT SHIT. I try. I fall. I try again.
Then we all laugh…well, I laugh. I’m thinking people don’t notice because they’re trying just as hard as I am to stay balanced and semi-dignified looking. Or maybe they’re actually well-balanced yoga-mamas who CAN stand on one foot and hold a 20pound weight over their heads while closing their eyes. WE CAN’T BE FRIENDS. Just so you know.
Until the next class when there’s yet another new move involving weights, the TRX and the Bielman spin thrown in for good measure.
It’s this while spinning around at 100km an hour. On skates. It should come as no surprise, that I can’t stand upright on skates, either. Just sayin’.
I’m practicing the new scissor- kick-from-side-plank-position-then-plank-push-up move. I’M NOT MAKING THIS SHIT UP. That was merely ONE of today’s new complex movements.
In my case, it totally didn’t happen. I couldn’t lift my leg, hence the whole need to practice thing. I did lift the sandbag over my head! But there was no spinning nor lifting my leg over my head which was probably a good thing, or else I would have looked like Mr. Bean trying to Waltz. I was just trying to make myself feel better by patting myself on the back for completing an exercise without smashing my face into the ground.
I’m holding my breath for Friday’s class. If there is any utterance of ‘a new exciting complex movement’ I’m silently protesting by disconnecting her internet. And hoping sitting against a wall while reciting the Ode to Newfoundland counts as a Complex Movement.
Maybe there’s a new and exciting exercise involving a wine glass balancing on a tray whilst you simultaneously pour the wine from the bottle with the other hand without spilling!
THAT’S A COMPLEX MOVEMENT I CAN GET BEHIND.
And one I’d probably have to practice because of the whole glass-balancing-on-a-tray thing….
It’s a struggle.
* Author’s note: Coach has corrected me in saying these movements are in fact termed Compound not Complex as I have repeatedly stated. Ma bad. THEY ARE COMPOUND COMPLEX MOVEMENTS now. We changed it. You. Are. Welcome.
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You have my admiration and sympathy. I went bowling with my kids yesterday. BOWLING. I am still recovering.
Right?! What’s happening?! Ugh.
I turned 46 on Monday. I am trying to remember what my mother was like at my age. I remember her being very sedentary and nowhere near as active as I am now. But still, I think about all the things I used to do so easily, and now I need a nap after them!
Happy Belated Birthday! And I think we all try to compare ourselves to our parents at our age. Mine smoked and drank a lot of coffee. And I’m way more health conscious than they were but geeze, you think we could still manage a little balance here and there?
LOL I love it! This morning I looked like flipper without his fin trying to maneuver those exercises.
Thanks, Juanita. Good to know I’m not the only one…
BUAHAHA! I can just imagine. My son’s girlfriend took pics of me bowling yesterday, which means they are all of me making contorted movements with my backside. I refuse to look at them.