My daughter the bosu queen!

Several months after my awesomely famous St. Patrick’s Day race, my daughter also began training with David at Rep1. Here she can be seen easily jumping from one bosu to another, doing the kinds of moves that eluded me.

Excerpt from Chapter 4, “Gym Ball of Terror”:

David particularly loved having me use something called a bosu, which sounded like “boh-soo”. I hated even the stupid name. The bosu was a half-ball full of water or something really wobbly. The idea was to stand on it and try not to pitch off sideways while the thing bobbed around under my feet. With my awful balance, it was a serious test of my willpower and patience.