I’m 58 years old.
I’m 58 with the strength of a body builder and the balance of a top-heavy toddler.
Yes, the Wii Fit has arrived at our house and it has confirmed for me that in spite of the compulsive nature of my Wii purchase, it was some of the best money ever spent, even if the Wii Fit was going to add sixteen years to my true age.
I was not even out of bed when my husband returned from Target this morning with the Wii Fit I have been coveting but unable to find in stock anywhere.
Yesterday, Mark made several trips to Target for jump drives necessary to transfer files from our ailing PC. Being computer challenged, he nagged me until I agreed to take a good look at it and ended up spending several hours of my Saturday trying to find a remedy for the computer’s sluggish behavior. I think I’m just going to wipe the hard drive. I’ve done it once before and am pretty sure I can manage it again.
Anyway, that was more explanation than was probably necessary to tell you why my husband had become close personal friends with Target electronics employee, John. And the fringe benefits of being friends with John (and spending as much money on jump drives as it would have cost to just buy a portable hard drive) is that John was willing to quietly divulge that a Wii Fit might be had if someone were to arrive at Target at 8:00 am when they opened on Sunday morning. I guess this was my reward for spending the better part of the first beautiful winter day in Minnesota in weeks inside the house. (Thirty some degrees and I spent my day indoors except for an early morning run.)
I was not even out of my pajamas (technically, a pair of yoga pants and a sweatshirt) when I opened up the box and surveyed the contents. I momentarily wondered if the morning after a late night of karaoke and a few beers was the best time to be assessing my fitness goals, but I couldn’t stop myself. I chose my trainer – the female one – thinking she might be easier on me than the male trainer, but she was kind of a slave-driver!
One of my first tests was to balance on one foot and do a few stretches. Trust me when I say this is harder than it looks. I might have benefited from a bit of caffeine first. I was all over the place and it didn’t escape my trainer’s attention that I put my foot down a time or two. Nothing gets past this chick. She’s a tough one, I tell ya! I think she was punishing me for last night’s indulgence with her scoldings. Either that or she didn’t like the looks of my stylish sunglasses and pouty full lips. (So I took some liberties when creating my Mii. Sue me.)
My husband and daughter were lounging in the chair and on the love seat watching my progress. I know full well that Mark has no intentions of creating a fitness profile on this thing, but he was barking out directions and criticizing my efforts.
“You’re lifting the wrong knee. Move the other direction.”
“You shut up and just concentrate on lounging in that chair,” I barked back at him. I was getting testy and breaking a sweat. I took a quick break to find some shorts, a sports bra and a t-shirt.
Next I tried some strength exercises since this is what I really need to work on. My arms have the strength of wet noodles, yet somehow I managed to complete an exercise pretty successfully and earned the ranking of …. body builder? Heh…No. That can’t be right. And my stomach muscles are aching now. Maybe there’s a six pack hiding in there somewhere. I mean, besides the liquid kind I drank last night. (No, I didn’t really drink that much. Six would put me under the table.)
I completed thirty minutes worth of exercises including ski jumping, the slalom and getting corked in the head with soccer cleats due to my complete and total lack of balance. I think the game asked me if I spend a lot of time tripping while walking. Nobody warned me that the game came pre-programmed with a smart-alec attitude! I forgave it though, since my weight measured about six pounds under what I normally see on the bathroom scale.
I’m going to give it another try tomorrow and see if I can’t make friends with my trainer. I’ll keep you posted.