um yeah, there are some words in this blog ladies probably shouldn't say. good news is, I'm not very lady like most of the time. so you've been warned.
the heavens have opened up and sweet baby Jesus and his teen mom Mary have smiled down upon me. Yesterday was the first workout in the history of ever that I didn't do a single squat. It was legit like Christmas in August. At least for the first 5 minutes of yesterdays session. We did deadlifts, which is fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine by me. More than fine, actually. I'll do deadlifts until the cows come home. Any day of the week. Anyways, we did what felt like to be 100 of them, then moved on to this bench-pressy move, did 3 and a half sets of those because I couldn't finish the last set. All about the fail boat. toooooooooot toooooooooooot. i'm good with that because those weren't my jam. then we did some other stuff that I think were rows, then he got this 'idea', and we did these things he called 'surrenders'. Let me just preface this by saying a)if I happend to fall to the ground today, I legit wouldn't be able to get back up. and b)they're right up there with squats in my book of fuck this shit. yeah, I just said that. and sorry if that offends you, but sometimes I can't censor myself. long hair don't care. Anyways, what you do is (in an ideal world) you put your hands behind your head, and then get down on your knees, and get up. it doesn't sound so hard in theory, but give it a go. I also found that my left leg is like way weaker than my right. My left arm is too, and I don't know how that happend. I've not had a stroke that I'm aware of, so I guess that makes me the 7th wonder of the world. I don't know how many wonders of the world there are, but I'm sure most of you after reading this blog, are like this girl is SPECIAL. whatever though, at least I'm pretty. hahahahahahaa. I don't know what's wrong with me today. yes i do. i'm tired. and this is what happens when I'm tired. I get crazy. well. craizER than normal. anyways. moving on.
seriously. I am so sick of being sore.
I know I make alot of jokes in this blog and I in general am a pretty funny person, but for some reason this week all I want to do is give up. In all seriousness. This may be too hard. This is legit one of the hardest things I've ever done. I'd have my back surgery done 10 times over if I didn't have to deal with all this. It's so stressful trying to eat the way I know I should but not liking 80% of the things I need to eat. I feel like I'm always sore and I laugh about it most of the time, and I know it's like a sign of progress or whatever but it sucks when getting out of your office chair is hard. I also am back off the soft drinks, which sucks too. I don't love water. I'm being a baby, but whatever. This is my blog and I can say what I want mostly.
Anyways, on Wednesday, I actually jogged on the treadmill. 60 seconds on, 2 minutes off, for 20 minutes. I was pretty proud of myself, because it's legit been like 10 years since I've done any kind of jogging/running. I don't love it, but I like the feeling of accomplishment.
Well, that's basically all for this installment of the gym is that way godzilla!
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Don't let it overcome you. It's a long process for everyone, but each day you have the opportunity to learn something new and improve in some way. It's not a race to see how quickly you can assimilate everything - I've seen too many people stress themselves out because they know there's always *something* they're doing "wrong" (which really just means 'sub-optimal').
ReplyDeleteAccept everything as a single question as part of a larger test that has no time limit. You always have the 'phone a friend' option in your corner as well ;)