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Brickercise Jeannine Hisel Oconomowoc, Wisconsin
It was the summer of 1988. Some remember it as The Great Drought. For me, it was the summer of a very
interesting road trip. My friend Sue asked me if I
would fly out to Anaheim, California where she was
living and help her drive her car (and lots of stuff)
back to Madison, Wisconsin where she would be
relocating. Of course I accepted it would be an
adventure!
About two or three days into to the journey, serious
boredom set in along with what I call "the blobboes."
That's when you watch your thighs expand and muscles
shrink from lack of physical activity and too much car
food.
At the next pit stop as I made my way to the
restrooms I came upon a pile of bricks. Who would
miss two little bricks? Needless to say, Sue
gave me a strange look as I took my passenger seat,
clutching the two red bricks.
"Check it out! It's
Brickercise." Sue rolled her eyes in in disbelief as I demonstrated how to work each
muscle group. By
the time it was my time to drive I had mastered a fine
program of muscle work and stretching using my two red
bricks. I felt refreshed as I took my place behind
the wheel. How resourceful I am! is what I thought.
My friend Sue, now in the passenger spot, picked up
the bricks and begrudgingly said, "So what's this
Brickecise all about anyway." I talked her through
some tecniques and she really began to get into it,
adding some of her own finesse.
"Hey, we may have something here," she said. That
statement no sooner came out of her mouth when
something terrible happened. As she stretched her
legs out on the dash in front of her, she put a little
too much pressure on the windshield.
CRACK!
Oops. She was not happy with me for quite a few
(hundred) miles. Of course we laughed about it later.
I haven't seen my friend Sue for many years but when
we do meet up again. I'll plant two red bricks in
her vehical.
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By
the time it was my time to drive I had mastered a fine
program of muscle work and stretching using my two red
bricks. |
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