TMI Gibbing Update
I suppose I should have worked this into my last self-esteem post. So sue me.
Um, my ass hurts. Kind of a lot. And it's rather baffling, because I have achieved loyalty to my work-out schedule that I previously believed to be impossible. At least 5 days per week, I take the hound out for a walk lasting somewhere between 35 and 50 minutes, and at night I work out on the elliptical machine for at least 45 minutes.
The elliptical workouts have been going on with religious regularity for a year, so that's unlikely to be the source of my ass pain. The dog walking is more recent, because the dog is recent. (And because I'm not yet insane enough to walk a fake dog harness. Give it time.) So, dog-related ass pain is not at the top of the list, either.
That leaves . . . Guitar Hero. We have a mammoth hi-def television (thank you, tail end of the dot.com boom) that sits on the floor. It's a touch too low for comfort viewing, but we haven't found anything that sits low enough and will bear its weight. Not a major problem for sitting on the couch. For the purposes of rocking out, though, it means that I spend most of my time in the Kimase stance (so called, because it looks like you're sitting on a horse---feet spread wide, a slight bend to the knee) when I'm playing. Bingo. Ass pain. (I've been playing a lot recently, and I just unlocked THE RIPPER, who has a guitar scythe. Crazy awesome, man.)
Now I just need to figure out how to turn knitting into an upper-body workout and I'll RULE THE WORLD!