For some sadistic reason---our children LOVE to remind us that ---the point in life has come when THEY CAN out-do us! Back in Fort Worth---the 3 amigos and their mother were here to see me yesterday before I even unpacked. She tells me---"Come with me to the Y tomorrow and we will go to the Power Pump Class together". WHY SURE--I would love to do that!
WHAT WAS I THINKING?????
The average age in the class was raised from 25 considerably when I walked through the door. KNEW I was IN TROUBLE--when we got a bar and 8 weights to put on it, and a step with 3 risers! The instructor walks in---with her "Built Like a Chevy (YOU KNOW THE ROCK) Body"--straps on her microphone--cranks up the music---AND for the next ONE HOUR---we lift weights to music. Each song is a different body part---so that's 3 minutes + per body part!
When you walk out of the class--ALREADY hurting and trembling---BAD THINGS are coming! Currently even my hair follicles hurt---I can raise on eyebrow with just a little pain---all else --well tomorrow will not be good! I spent the day with the boys and their momma--cooking, cleaning, tending the little ones --but once Doctor Daddy came home--I was off---I had NO IDEA HOW I would get up the steep stairs to my apartment---EVEN if I would have stooped to ask---Whipper Snapper is not home---SO--it was SLOW GOING--until I thought--just bite the bullet and get it over with--sprinted the rest of the way.
SO---YES---Camille you CAN finally out-do me in the weight room---BUT WATCH OUT--I'm on a mission now!