Shoulder Sorrows

We ought to realise that we're not as sprite as we used to be.

So happens that after our Riblee's dinner we all adjourned to the Ongzebo for some drinks and games. That was fine.

What wasn't fine was the handstands that we did against the wall. The game of 5-man Twister probably wasn't so bad until a couple of players were out and the game took an aggresive turn by by blocking convenient spots and forcing players to balance awkwardly.

Of course we didn't know things weren't fine until Saturday morning when our shoulders and upper back muscles started screaming blue murder - so much so that we couldn't sleep nor rest properly in peace any more. So we did the necessary.

We went for BodyJam.

And BodyCombat (because we only did BodyJam on Tuesday this entire week). Oh heck, it was because Calvin was also instructinglah.

Oh goodness we don't need a towel for classes, we need a fricking mop. And we were dressed in a black Giordano Dry polo and in cargo pants - good water-absorbing clothes, not our usual synthetic dry-fits that taichis sweat from our body straight the floor. Well at least we've satisfied our urge to dress in office attire to BodyJam - we're sure a workshirt will never survive the class anymore. Still it was fun to have done the classes in different attire then the usual gym togs, although it's not going to be something regular.

Note to self: need to punch two more holes in belt. We remember now why we don't wear cargo pants to cardio classes anymore. Cargo pants felt a bit loose, and when we tugged the belt we found we could tighten it another two beltholes more (if there were two more beltholes). And Calvin had to tell us our pants were loose some more...OKla so well admit that we only had an Ikea hotdog for brunch and nothing else before BodyJam!

So, after two cardio classes and a stint at the sauna and a hot shower, shoulders are sooo much better now.