So Proud To Find That Damn Phone.

I've always believed that it's important to be able to laugh at yourself.  Now, that probably came about a little from self preservation because from early childhood, I've given myself plenty of opportunities to be embarrassed .  I was, and still am, one of the clumsiest and scatterbrained  humans that ever graced this earth.  Yes, some people would say, 'crazy'.

But, with the heralded advance of time, I seem to have reached new highs (or lows) in those achievements. Just the other day I did something that both embarrassed me and amused me at the same time.  I remember thinking,  "Thank God no one else knows I did that!"

Oh hell, I might as well share my funny story with the world.  Everybody needs a laugh huh?

Last Thursday, I finally received a replacement phone from Verizon because of issues I am having with my original phone.  I drove into town where the reception would be better to facilitate changing the phones over.  After getting the new phone up and running, I went into Pizza Hut for lunch and continued to work on setting up the new phone.  At one point, my husband called and we chatted for a while as I sat in the restaurant.  While listening to him, I was idly playing with the old phone and getting it back in the box to be returned to Verizon.  Suddenly, I realized that I couldn't find the new phone anywhere!  I continued to listen to him but I was beginning to panic.  What in the hell had I done with the NEW phone?  I slid out of the booth and looked under the table, fished frantically in my purse and dug down in the back of the booth seat.  I even began eyeing other customers, thinking they might have stolen the phone from the table.  All the while I was not wanting to let my husband know I had already lost the new phone.  

(Anyone figured this out yet?  Cause I sure hadn't).  I got so flustered that I ended my conversation with my husband rather abruptly so I could concentrate on finding that damn phone.    Yep.....nothing gets by me.  That's when I found it.

I WAS TALKING ON THE NEW PHONE!

Holy cow, I think they call that senility.  I prefer to think of it as 'blonde to the roots'.  You can call it what you want.  I was just proud to find that phone.

6 'Moves' To Kill Yourself ( AKA CrossFit Training)

You know, sometimes my 'want to' completely overloads my 'can do'.  After a pretty serious bout with bronchitis and near pneumonia, I just haven't regained what I consider to be my strength back.  My breathing is labored and I just don't seem to be my old self.

A friend of mine (considerably younger than me) has become very involved in a program called CrossFit training. She sings its' praises about how it has so improved her physical fitness and mental toughness.  I did some research online and was very intrigued with the concept, especially the competitive nature of the training.  (Just a side note....I am a wee bit competitive).  There are several gyms here in Phoenix that offer the program and they offer a free session to allow you to become familiar with it.

I thought I would call and schedule an appointment for my free trial.  In the meantime, I ran across an article online from Womens Health magazine that was about CrossFit exercises that a person could do at home or on the road when you couldn't get to the gym.

Being the cheapskate I am, I decided I would try them out and see how I did before going in for the orientation.  There were only 6 'moves' and the instructions said to do as many reps of the moves as you could in a 30 minute session.

I read through the instructions and settled on what I thought was an easily attainable goal of 10 reps per move.  (Just to get warmed up I thought)

Christ on a crutch!!!  I only managed 5 of the first move before I had to sit down and gasp for air.  Undaunted, I moved on to #2.  I did execute 10 of that maneuver and was feeling pretty proud of myself, thinking that #1 was obviously the toughest and the remainder would be a breeze.  Move #3 nearly killed me and after only 3 reps, I had to lay out on the bed and convince myself I wasn't dying.  To my credit, I did attempt moves #4, 5 & 6 over about a 1 hour time slot.  My body was aching and my pride severely wounded.

I have vowed to try again and now my goal is simply to add one rep per move at each session.  Thank God I didn't go into the gym and try this.  I would have had to call someone to bring me home.

Dear God.....what has happened to me?  It can't be the age thing can it?