Squats, and the Dinner Ticket poem
Not so much barbaric yawping this time. The squats are a more… cloak and dagger exercise. Insidious wee blighters.
So, you sit down as if there is a chair, but there isn’t. Then you stand up again. Then you sit once again on the invisible seat. And up. And down again. Squat, squat, squat, squat.
Apart from being a handy word for use in Scrabble, the squat is also helpful for sculpting ones legs and butt. Allegedly.
Squat, squat, squat, squat.
So we did the training session focusing on squats and felt… absolutely fine.
Two days later however, I was reminded of the poem “The Lament for a Lost Dinner Ticket” by Margaret Hamilton – in particular the line “MA BUMSAIR”. I found the poem here:
Lament For A Lost Dinner Ticket
- See ma mammy
See ma dinner ticket
Pokit an she pititiny
WashnmachineSee thou burnty
Up wherra firewiz
Ma mammy says Am no tellnyagain
A jist wen’y eatma
Pokacrisps furma dinner
The wummin sed Aver near
Wee wellies sticknoot
They sed Wot heppind?
Na bedna hospital
A sed A pititnma
Pokit an she pititny
They sed Ees thees chaild ebslootly
A sed MA BUMSAIR
If that makes no sense to you – here’s a wee girl reciting it on YouTube (which may or may not be enlightening):
Either way, the squats had resulted in something. So much so that I was giving a healthy yelp every time I stood up or sat down for the next 48 hours. I went back and another training session cured me – which is great in one respect – but it has the either upside or downside (I can’t decide) of inducing THE FEAR of missing a session.
Apart from the “MA BUMSAIR” quote, the other quote that is springing to mind is:
1 Timothy 4:8
New International Version (NIV)
8 For physical training is of some value, but godliness has value for all things, holding promise for both the present life and the life to come.
Interesting parallel, which I may revisit in due course.