Having been told by Ben that we had to target upper body work next I concluded, in a testosterone fuelled moment, that I would start with press ups can anyone spot the flaw in this? well if you can please don’t shout the answer out and spoil it.
I moved to assume the standard position for press ups, but immediately realised that I would have to adapt because neither hand wants to sit at 90 degrees to the wrist. The left hand goes low enough to be stable but the right is worthless and so I balled it into what passes as a fist nowadays. I pushed my weight forward to allow my legs to stretch out and collapsed, not a fat man style ‘I give up’ collapse more of a ‘has no arms’ full frontal collapse, it was only the fact that I turned to see any physical evidence of the crack emanating from the right arm that saved me from breaking my nose!
I tried various methods of supporting the hands/wrists to enable me to exercise but with no success and so I am back to latex bands. Those of you that have had involvement with the world of physioterrorists will recognise the latex resistance bands that they are so fond of, those of you that have not had the pleasure would look at my flat and think that I had stripped a tall lady clad head to foot in multi coloured latex using a stanely knife*
And so it is that I write this while taking a break from stretching over sized rubber bands, my hands smell of latex and I am exercising at a rate that seems appropriate only for ten-year olds, seems so odd to have to restart at this level but hey at least I have time…
In other news healthy eating is not following the desired plan, you see yesterday I purchased wet fish thinking that this would form the basis of a good healthy meal. Unfortunately the superstore had no cod or haddock so I purchased river cobbler, I am not intimidated by different fish because I know that the markets are trying to move us away from the scarce resource of our natural choices. I had one fillet for dinner last night and shortly after eating thought that I should look up this fish, bad idea! Why is it that reading that something lives in effluent polluted rivers, is injected with hormones and generally shouldn’t be considered food is enough on its own to introduce a bad taste in your mouth? The other fish has been discarded and I shall pop out and source an alternative dinner this afternoon, bloody media!
*Other sharp knives are available