the chronicles of a wannabe fitness guru

in attempts at making my level o physical fitness increase [it has, unfortunately, plateaued with slight (or rather steep) dips every now and then, since primary 3], i did some sit-ups on sunday.

so, brimming with earnest, i laid out my exercise mat on the floor of my room, changed into comfortable clothes and lay down to do some sit ups.

i did around 8, after which the pain started building up. which is what is supposed to happen, with sit ups. but in the state of sheer exasperation that i was in by the time around 15 sit ups were over, i assumed i was doing something wrong. [and believe me, if you had seen me then, you'd have thought the same].

but since i laid out the mat a mere 3 minutes ago, i did not wish to admit defeat to a bunch of measley physically strenuous body movements.

so i promptly turned myself over and tried doing some push ups. i summoned to my mind an image of shrew doing her situps with such ease, and now inspired, i arranged myself in the same way that shrew did before she started.

only, once i started, i resembled a water buffalo rather than shrew.

so, after much mental coercion, i managed to do one push up. once i was done with this task of gargantuan proportion, i found myself in a position that i didn't recall sruthy being in at all. now more perplexed than ever, i picked myself up and rearranged myself in the starting position.

and now, with a humongous amount of effort, i pushed my body down.

and down it went.

i felt a sharp shooting pain in the left side of my neck, and one of the hand that i was using to support myself went up to support my neck. this meant that i was (gasp!) imbalanced, and so, aside from the pain in my neck, i was also experiencing a pain in my left shoulder, due to the impact when i hit the floor.

and now these spasms or whatchumaycallems were increasing with every degree i moved my head.
try to imagine the situation i was in, and empathise if you will.

and on top of this, the doors were closed [ i didn't expect myself to be a physical fitness guru who would do push ups single-handedly and not break into a sweat- i didn't want the entire family to se my attempts at reviving my fitness level ], and my ego wouldn't permit me to call for assistance.

so i just lay there, periodically moving my head to see if the pain had gone away.
eventually it did.

so i got up, rolled back my exercise mat with as much gusto as i had rolled it out, and gracefuly got up, and promised to start smaller the next time.

like flexing my toes perhaps. or moving my fingers.