"Plyometrics (also known as "plyos") is a type of exercise training designed to produce fast, powerful movements, and improve the functions of the nervous system, generally for the purpose of improving performance in sports," says Wikipedia. Somewhere after an hour of Exercise Video Dude shouting "Go harder!" as we leaped into the air from a squat, I turned to my BFF in sweaty miserable glory and explained that we'd been had. This isn't some magical training system... if you want to get good at jumping in basketball, just jump a lot. There are no secrets here; the only reason people don't do this all the time is that it's really hard. Jumping a lot! Right now my butt hurts in a way that is unfathomable, I need to pull myself up stairs, and my calves are solid rocks of sore muscle.
BFF's husband walked in while we were dripping sweat, breathing like freight trains, and running in tiny little prancing circles around stuffed animals on the floor (instead of towels). "No, no, this is HARD!" but somehow when he came back and we were doing "leap across the pond" ballerina moves, he still arched his eyebrows. Whatever. We are on the fast track to becoming He-Man, doing pushups, getting built, crapping out with ten seconds left to go. ARGH. If I continue this and turn into he-man is a factor of how goofy my new roommates turn out to be.
Point being! I am less exhausted from Xtreme workout video routines that we do late in the evening when the baby's been put to bed than I am from the days we spend doing nothing except chasing BFF's crawling baby and trying to keep her giggling with toys, peekaboo, and gently petting the dog/praising the dog for tolerating sudden fistful grabs of fur.
Holy shit. Babies. And five year olds.
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