Just to brighten your Friday, here's another blog from one of our Bootcamper's. Hope you enjoy as much as I did.....
"I've got something to share with you all Dear Friends, I got a compliment! Yes, me! Further more, It was from my Hubby! It wasn't even under duress, no Chinese rope burn torture was being used at the time and he wasn't hungry so I know it was meant. Would you like me to tell you what he said? Are you ready? Here goes...."Your bingo wings are getting better, Love". Granted, Not the best compliment I've ever been given, as far as I'm concerned though, It was as sweet as any sonnet. I knew I was getting stronger, I am progressing quite nicely with the universal home strength tester, which we all know is being able to unscrew the lid off a jar, without our faces looking like we are practising for the local gurning competition. To actually be given a compliment though, by the man who hasn't realised I've redecorated parts of the house is really quite something!
I hate my arms. Summer is my nemesis. As soon as I see the first daffodil searching for the sun's rays I think 'sleeveless tops' and I know the time is approaching for me to bare my arms. The dramatic background music to 'Jaws' plays louder my head with every "Ooooh, the nights are getting lighter" comment I hear. "What's she on about? Summer is nearly over" I hear you exclaim, as you question my sanity but and like mine, it's a big but we are rapidly approaching the LBD party season and how many of those buggers do you see with long sleeves?
I've become obsessed with arms. Whilst we were watching television, a very attractive actress appeared on the screen. I turned to my Hubby and said "Look at her Deltoids"! He looked at me, with a mixture of bemused shock, horror and something I can't quite put my finger on. Before Heatone, the only body parts I really knew where my head, shoulders, knees and toes, knees and toes. Thanks to Bootcamp, I now know I have Deltoids, Biceps, Triceps and Forearms, amongst other bits and pieces. I have also learnt that those muscles can ache sometimes too, especially after some of the finishers that are sprung upon us when time permits. I like the pain though. I know I'm working my body and it's improving. "No pain: No gain" as the people with the beautiful arms say.
Don't get me wrong, It will be a while before I can do the moves to the 'YMCA' without my arms quivering like an Opera singers bosom when hitting the high note. I'm a work in progress. My body is under construction. I'm in training to dance at the next party with a DJ who has questionable taste in music. Lots of love xxx "
Have a wonderful weekend.
Ellen Murray: spreading hope, self-belief and empowerment to real women.