The Arms

Last year over at my other blog, I wrote about my arms. Specifically, they have that lovely flap of wing that older women tend to get. Chris says I should just learn to live with it because it’s there because I’m old (he didn’t use the word, but he may as well have) and he doesn’t see the big deal.

Well, on Sunday at the pool, the woman in the lane next to mine was probably at least in her 60s and I watched as her arms came out of the water with each stroke. The lady was built! I don’t think I had that kind of muscle tone in my arms when I was 16!

Which means, of course, that my arms aren’t flabby to the point I could probably jump off the roof of a building and fly because I’m old. It’s because I’m lazy. At least when it comes to doing any kind of toning.

Obviously, I did not fully implement last October’s plan and I have made no progress in that area. So, Sunday afternoon, I did push ups … and a plank for 30 seconds, which is rock star status for me (the one on your elbows and forearms, not the one with straight arms) … and a few upward and downward-facing dogs in between. The dogs were more for stretching, since I do them plenty in yoga classes that I try to attend twice a week. We have a wonderful coworker who’s in yoga teacher training at a local studio who leads us for an hour twice a week at lunchtime, no pay necessary. We did get her a gift of thanks, though. She loves the practice and I love the price. Plus, she’s one of the best yoga instructors I ever had. And, no, she probably isn’t even reading this, so this is all absolutely true!

So, there ya go. I need to work harder on my arms. I need to lose the flab. I will be a happier person if I do. Maybe. Probably not. But at least I’ll like the mirror a bit more, especially in ballet class!

There was a point to this post. I kind of got away from it. It’s that I’m incredibly sore today. From 10 push ups and a 30-second plank.