Heather Webber / Heather Blake
It’s that time of year. Bathing suit season. Commercials are full of products that want to help us get in shape, lose pounds, buy their stuff. (Btw, does anyone else hate that Schick Quattro commercial where the women are running by the shrubs that get magically trimmed back? I. HATE. IT. –But I digress).
This time of year always reminds me how out of shape I am. I’m small, yes, but have absolutely no muscle tone. I really need to start working out more. Well—ha!—working out, period.
That mindset is what had me standing in son #2’s bedroom, looking at his Iron Gym pull-up bar. Contemplating using it. Trying to figure out how it fits on the doorframe. Some upper body strength would be nice. Shape the triceps, biceps, any kind of ceps...
I get the thing on the door, take a deep breath, grab on, and pull. Up.
Nothing happens. I hang. Down. Gravity at its finest.
Nope, nothing. Though the dangling is starting to burn one of my ceps (not sure which one).
So, I do what any rational out-of-shape person would do. I take the thing down, put it back where I found it, and go in search of a Reece’s Peanut Butter cup.
I’m thinking about taking up yoga next. There’s no pulling up in that, is there? Anyone have any workout routines you recommend for a lazy, out-of-shape writer?