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Last Friday, I came down with a stomach bug of some kind. It was no big surprise: Kent had been spewing from both ends for two days prior, so it was only a matter of time before his cellmates caught the same bug. Friday night, I had an extreme temperature spike overnight and was feeling well enough Saturday, but had low energy and needed to stay within a few steps of a bathroom until late Sunday.
Monday night, I was feeling well enough that I went to karate. By the time that I had walked there however, I realized I had no energy at all for this. I might be able to go through the motions, but badly, and it's likely that my balance would be non-existent. In short, I'd be dead pretty quickly.
If I couldn't kick or punch, I could at least sit at the sidelines to watch and perhaps learn something new. And I did learn something: I learned that my classmates suck at cardio.
We usually start with 50 jumping jacks, then 15 push-ups, a number of yoga-like stretches, etc.. Except for the jumping jacks, we're all heads-down so I've never been able to see what my classmates are doing, especially when I'm doing my own thing to my best ability. This evening, I was able to see the entire class, and what I saw were incredibly limp jumping jacks. And the push-ups! Dropping half-way instead of to the floor, pivoting from one's knees instead of toes, and going soooo slowly. The stretches were equally half-hearted. And later in the class, the punches were slow, soft & unthreatening. I will admit many in the class can kick higher than I can, but what's the point when there's no energy behind them?
I have to confess my abs aren't up to the full workout: crunches, then bicycle crunches, etc., for nearly ten minutes, all in quick succession. I'm in pain half-way through. And I will admit this aging body can't bend & stretch as much as others, but it's not for lack of effort.
Monday night, I was feeling well enough that I went to karate. By the time that I had walked there however, I realized I had no energy at all for this. I might be able to go through the motions, but badly, and it's likely that my balance would be non-existent. In short, I'd be dead pretty quickly.
If I couldn't kick or punch, I could at least sit at the sidelines to watch and perhaps learn something new. And I did learn something: I learned that my classmates suck at cardio.
We usually start with 50 jumping jacks, then 15 push-ups, a number of yoga-like stretches, etc.. Except for the jumping jacks, we're all heads-down so I've never been able to see what my classmates are doing, especially when I'm doing my own thing to my best ability. This evening, I was able to see the entire class, and what I saw were incredibly limp jumping jacks. And the push-ups! Dropping half-way instead of to the floor, pivoting from one's knees instead of toes, and going soooo slowly. The stretches were equally half-hearted. And later in the class, the punches were slow, soft & unthreatening. I will admit many in the class can kick higher than I can, but what's the point when there's no energy behind them?
I have to confess my abs aren't up to the full workout: crunches, then bicycle crunches, etc., for nearly ten minutes, all in quick succession. I'm in pain half-way through. And I will admit this aging body can't bend & stretch as much as others, but it's not for lack of effort.
