Are you trying to kill your mother?

Mike, my son, has been a personal trainer to 2 friends, once a week for a few months now.  I have not participated for several reasons, the biggest of which is that I have been slowly recovering from gall bladder surgery and its aftermath.  So now, they are WAY ahead of me concerning strength, endurance, and general capability.  I got the go ahead from my doc a few weeks ago to start “normal” physical activity aka start moving your ass.

Mike and I discussed the different alternatives, and we settled on Budokon.  Budokon is a cross between yoga and martial arts taught via DVD by Cameron Shayne.  I have had this DVD for over a year and used it quite often when I first had it.  The 30 minute session is 15 minutes yoga poses (sun salutation, down dog, warrior I & II, proud warrior, child’s pose, etc), and 15 minutes martial arts (single, double and triple punches, squat kicks, side kicks, skipping side kicks, etc).

We agreed we would do the DVD every week day after he got home from work, and then when school starts, when he got home from school.  Yesterday was our first day.  I was gungho, ready to do what I had to do to start getting into a shape that wasn’t round.  We did the entire 30 minutes, and I was fine, only one yoga position gave me trouble.

I wake up this morning and I am SORE.  My legs, stomach, rib cage, even my arms are sore sore sore.  Who knew a little of this and a little of that would produce such a quick result.  So I go about my day, going into Erie for 3 docs appts, running a few errands, etc.  All the while I am thinking, wow, this Budokon really works.  I get home from Erie, and Mike is on his way to a babysitting job.  Whew, I think.  He’s going to be gone most of the evening, he’ll forget all about the “do it every day” agreement.  Unfortunately, Mike’s babysitting gig ended very early and he walks thru the door at 745, and says, “woman, get your workout clothes on, Budokon in 10 minutes”.  Shit….he remembered.  It was harder today, I am a little scared to see how tomorrow’s gig goes.  Well, at least I am moving….