I have always been — if not great at sports — quite sporty. I can throw and catch a ball. I’m not too bad at the batting cages, either. I haven’t been in quite a few years, but I did manage to whack quite a few balls. I can toss a basket ball into a net. No layups, I am still 5 feet tall.
At work, sometimes for fun, I toss a wrapper into the garbage can from a distance. I rarely miss. I can also flip (and catch) a ball by bouncing it off the inside of my elbow (this is actually very hard to describe, but trust me it’s a neat trick and takes some coordination. I developed it as a camp counsellor — it amused the kids.)
I do suck at driving in golf, but am not too bad closer to the hole. I like mini-golf like no one’s business.
Okay, this is not meant to be a “how great is Christine” post. I am going somewhere. And it’s not somewhere terrific.
Last week at work my colleague and I decided to do some push ups. (Don’t ask me how we got this idea.) So I was thinking, how hard could this be. I imagined I could do about 20.
I really thought this was not going to be a problem. I have done 20 pushups before. (Before being in the 90s, but what the heck, I’m still strong.)
So. I got into position and did……3.
Yes, 3 pushups. I could, perhaps, have done 4 but my arms we not cooperating.
We also did a Pilates position called the Plank. I managed to hold that pose for 19 seconds. Plus, I managed to do a side Plank as well. Now 19 seconds is not very good, but I did not feel as bad as I did after the pushup fiasco.
So what’s next. Well, more Plank and more pushups. In my office this time — with the door closed. I’m not coming out until I can kick it.