My Hero

Here's a little SAT-style insight on the relationship that has developed between me and SuperCuz...

The best description I can offer is this: SuperCuz is to me, as Batman is to Robin.

That's right. In the GRAND scheme of things (well, at least in my little blog-world today), SuperCuz is a mega crime-fighting character, I am her sidekick, and Fitness Boot Camp is the ultimate Super Hero Training Program.

Unfortunately, ALL mega crime-fighting Super Heroes have some form of "weakness" that makes them appear more "human". (As if saving you mere mortals from general villainy wasn't enough to make you revere us already...)

Last night, Day 6 of Boot Camp, uhhh...I mean, Super Hero Training, we discovered that SuperCuz is no exception to this rule.

Admittedly, I was disheartened to learn that while Superman has only ONE real "tool" for destruction (Kryptonite), SuperCuz has THREE (Las Vegas, junk food and turbulence).

On Wednesday morning, SuperCuz flew to Vegas for work (in a plane because flying is NOT her Super Power). She spent 24 hours in Sin City with her boss, ate a ton of unhealthy food, and flew back the next day through Arizona's summer air currents. By the time she arrived at Boot Camp last night, it was evident that she lacked her usual "pep".

Fortunately for me (because, as you'll soon learn, it is always "all about me"), Day 6 was "Partner Day" which meant that her weakened Super Hero state was much closer aligned to my sidekick level.

That said, the Super Hero Training Program last night was no less challenging than any other day. The Boot Camp Guru had some seriously evil tricks up her sleeve...

After a warm-up lap around the park, we were placed in pairs. SuperCuz and I were assigned to work together. That only makes sense...after all, who in their right mind splits up Barnes and Noble? Bert and Ernie? Ben and Jerry?

I thought we were working well (enough) together. We managed 20 push-ups; 10 regular and 10 clapping each other's hands in between each push-up. And also, as I feared initially, we had to do "real" sit-ups where the other person counts (but because I have managed to keep her "true" identity concealed on this blog, she never "accidentally" lost track of the number during my Minute of Pain).

The trouble really begin when we were told to do this EVIL form of shoulder exercise where her arms are my resistance and vice versa. In hind sight, I should have seen the warning sign during that form of torture. She had regained some of her energy.

By the time we were mid-way through the session, her strength had almost fully returned. She certainly had recuperated enough strength to toss my butt to the ground. Literally. One minute I was standing. The next, I was not. Of course, she had an extreme advantage as it was her turn to hold one my legs in the air while I barely balanced on the other. But honestly, the embarrassment of falling on my butt (and writing about it later) is nothing compared to the embarrassment I have of losing our final challenge - "Butt Tag".

This "game" is where she unleashed her Super Power for the first time. SuperCuz has super-fast and super-long ARMS. Think: Elastigirl! I have never seen anything like it in real life!

(Well, OK. Maybe except for that one time when I went out with a guy who became an octopus about 10 minutes after he picked me up for our date.)

But, seriously, there was no OFFENSE on my end. Just DEFENSE. And not even a whole lot of THAT!

All I know is that I clearly need a lot more Super Hero Training.

So unless SuperCuz discovers my weakness (champagne!), I will be at the gym tomorrow morning for a mega crime-fighter's workout and maybe by the next "Partner Day" I'll be ready to challenge her again.