One Breath at a Time

With one foot extended behind me, propped up on a step, and the other lunged in front of me, I hugged the weighted bar (increased from 5 lbs to 10 lbs -- Woo-hooo for me!), with it resting across my chest with arms crossed -- like a genie, but oh, if only I had magic. . . .

With each bend of my lunged leg, I thought of what tomorrow will be like as I ascend and descend the three stairs from my garage into my house -- it will be like climbing Mt. Everest. Without a sherpa. In a blinding snowstorm. Having never crested a hill, let alone a mountian, before. I fear the pain.

Bend down, up . . .THIS . . .bend down, up . . .WILL . . .bend down, up . . .BE . . . bend down, up . . .WORTH . . .bend down, up . . .IT . . .bend down, up . . .COME . . . bend down, up . . .JULY . . .

Oh my dyin' a** . . . .

And that was only the begining.

Then it was on to these funky push-up/plank things -- plank-ups? Doesn't matter. Call it what you want, but both remain in the realm of impossibility for me. As aforementioned in previous posts, the push-up and plank, individually, are works in progress. I got the "push" part, and I can usually get in to plank position, but it quickly ends after that.

But today, we combined the two for what could have been a pre-dawn disaster. The lighter weighted bar was across the end of the step, hands holding onto the bar, in a plank-up position, chest over the bar itself. Raise and lower . . .

As previously posted, with the push-up, there were concerns about a face plant in the carpet when my wrists snapped under the weight of myself. Today, it progressed from the threat of rug burn and bruised nose, to full on worry about what kind of dental work will be needed if I were to fail in this position.

I did what I could, I might have cheated myself out of a few repetitions, but my dental insurance company will appreciate that.