Who Ever Said I Was "Stable"?
Some time ago, I mentioned in passing conversation with a co-worker, that I thought one of those large exercise balls might be a good thing to have. Something that would allow me to do something other than a standard sit-up, and perhaps better exercise my stomach and my back muscles. Not too long after that, said co-worker showed up with one for me. But, seeing as that my desire to exercise is significantly greater than my actual motivation to do so, the ball remained in it's box (with it's work-out DVD) for several more weeks. D took the ball out shortly after X-mas, blew it up, but after a few test runs it was placed in the bedroom closet, where it remained until today.
There are those that say idle minds are the devil's workshop. If that's the case, the devil works for an HMO.
With the day off from work, I had only housework to keep me occupied until D got home this afternoon. Housework is, sadly, not very stimulating. While putting laundry away, I came across the big purple exercise ball. Not having very much else to do, I decided to give it another try. This, as it turns out, was not one of my better ideas.
Thankfully, I did not knock myself out cold when my head hit the floor, and after picking myself up, I grabbed the ball intending to put it back in the closet where I would be safe from further harm, when I noticed the printing on the top of it. This thing is called ... get this ... a "Stability Ball'!
Stability? They're kidding right? Have you ever seen a turtle flipped over on it's backside rocking desperately back and forth? Ya, it's a lot like that! You lay down on these things, arching your back, feet (and if you can pull it off, hands) on the floor. Once you get in that position, you begin to see the problem. You are balanced on a sphere! Sphere's roll! So now, every time you attempt to get up, whatever extremity you attempt to move, the ball under you tries to evacuate in that direction, and the only decision you are left with is what part of your body you want to hit the floor first!
The only thing stable about these evil things is the users likely proximity to an Emergency Room after the use of one!
I think next time I get a brilliant idea like that, I'll just go have a cookie instead, it will be healthier!
There are those that say idle minds are the devil's workshop. If that's the case, the devil works for an HMO.
With the day off from work, I had only housework to keep me occupied until D got home this afternoon. Housework is, sadly, not very stimulating. While putting laundry away, I came across the big purple exercise ball. Not having very much else to do, I decided to give it another try. This, as it turns out, was not one of my better ideas.
Thankfully, I did not knock myself out cold when my head hit the floor, and after picking myself up, I grabbed the ball intending to put it back in the closet where I would be safe from further harm, when I noticed the printing on the top of it. This thing is called ... get this ... a "Stability Ball'!
Stability? They're kidding right? Have you ever seen a turtle flipped over on it's backside rocking desperately back and forth? Ya, it's a lot like that! You lay down on these things, arching your back, feet (and if you can pull it off, hands) on the floor. Once you get in that position, you begin to see the problem. You are balanced on a sphere! Sphere's roll! So now, every time you attempt to get up, whatever extremity you attempt to move, the ball under you tries to evacuate in that direction, and the only decision you are left with is what part of your body you want to hit the floor first!
The only thing stable about these evil things is the users likely proximity to an Emergency Room after the use of one!
I think next time I get a brilliant idea like that, I'll just go have a cookie instead, it will be healthier!