Helaine and I have just finished exercising. One week down with a zillion to go.
“Flex,” she demanded. “Show me your muscle.”
There’s a word I’ll appropriate for the current state of my biceps: microsoft!
Things are actually getting a little easier. My pauses during the routines are fewer and shorter. That’s got to be a sign of progress.
Little things have emerged. We both find ourselves talking back to Tony Horton, the TV instructor. He never answers! Somehow though he does know when we’ve stopped breathing.
What surprises me is the program doesn’t seem repetitive (though it obviously is) and we’re not too sore to find an excuse to beg off.
So far so good.