It started out as a regular workout.

I was working out with the lovely and talented Chariesse the other morning and she was busting my hump as usual.   Exercise and aging are not always the prettiest combination and that morning EVERYTHING was hurting and I couldn't catch my breath.  Trying desperately to work off the huge dinner I had the night before.

Halfway through the session she drags out the dreaded Bosu ball. I hate that bloody thing.  She makes me jump over it until you want to barf. It's fantastic cardio, it builds agility, it works your goddamn core. Blah, Blah, Blah. I HATE THAT THING!  

After doing the requisite amount of timed reps I jumped off the Bosu and flipped it off.  Mind you I didn't flip off the lovely and talented Chariesse, I flipped off the dreaded and horrible Bosu ball.  That's what it's come to.  I am now flipping off equipment and not people.  That's my sad story.  I believe that insanity may be a wonderful part of the exercise plan, don't you?  Just ask Chariesse, I think she may still be on the floor laughing at me.