I nearly died last night while exercising in my living room.
I was using Time Warner Cable’s Exercise TV on Demand (FREE!), and thought it would be fun to do the “sexy chair workout.” My husband was out playing basketball with the guys, and I thought it would be a good time to get my own workout in and perhaps have the added bonus of a special routine to show him when he got home.
An aside: I am clumsy and ridiculously accident-prone. Sunbeams trip me up, and I’m no match for a cracked sidewalk. In one six month period of time I fell up the stairs and sprained my wrist two separate times. Somewhere, a group of Japanese tourists is still laughing at their fabulous snapshots of me falling down the stairs of the Anne Frank house in Amsterdam. I nearly amputated my finger because it got stuck in the hinge side of a fire door in England. It’s not unheard of for me to fall out of chairs or fall down while walking. My body is usually covered in bruises because I’m constantly slamming into walls, tables, and any other furniture brave enough to stand in my path. My father called me Grace, and would bust out into “Oooh ooh oooh Miss Grace …” each time he saw me drop something or trip.
Despite these facts, there are days when my denial is particularly strong, and on those days I labor under the misconception that I can do things just as well as other people. Hence, my choice of the sexy chair workout.
The sexy chair workout requires a chair, so I pulled one of the kitchen chairs in front of our flatscreen and commenced to swivel my hips and plié along with the blonde young chickadee hosting this show. The chair might as well have been a pole. Clearly, “fitness trainer” was not the only recent job description on her resume.
Chickadee was bouncy and energetic, and while the music was bland, it was fun to be dancing with a chair. Until she got to the “let your hair fly, girls!” portion of the program.
When did it become verboten to pull your hair back to exercise? All the people I see doing anything exercise-like on television (dancing, cheerleading, actually exercising, etc.) have long hair flying at all times. My guess is that some male TV exec deemed that there should be hairography (thank you, “Glee,” for the term), and so now all scrunchies are relegated to the depths of the gym bag.
Where were we? Oh, yes, how I almost killed myself doing the sexy chair dance.
Chickadee moved on from hip shaking, pliés, and chair circling, to the choreographed portion of the program done whilst sitting in the chair. On the very edge of the chair. There was a lot of flinging one’s legs open, then flinging one’s head down and back up and opening and shutting of the legs, and maybe some shoulder rolls, but I’m not sure because I was having a devil of a time trying to watch Chickadee’s instruction through all my hair. (Her hair, btw, stayed miraculously off her face the entire time).
After the shoulder rolls, she instructed us to come to a seated “V.” This was basically Pilates on a chair. The position had me sitting sideways, one hand along the back of the chair, knees up in the air. Then Chickadee instructed us to commence to kicking our legs, while still bent in a “V.” Just try to picture this. The only body parts in contact with the chair are your butt and your right hand on the chair back. Fun, yes. Stable, no.
“Ok, let’s put this together, sexy ladies! I wanna see some hair moving!” Chickadee chirped. I was really getting into this, thinking that maybe hubby would enjoy it when he got home, and then we got to the kicking part, and we were doing it at tempo, and suddenly I felt slightly off kilter … and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
I fell, ass over teakettle, not even off my chair, but with my chair. The chair and I toppled right over backwards. My head landed about two inches from the marble hearth in front of the fireplace. And then I busted a gut laughing, as Chickadee kicked merrily away on the TV, chirping, “Remember, this is a hard move, so be careful with your balance. If you’re a beginner, you may want to take it down a notch.”
Thanks.
*Image credit to rocket ship on flickr.