You know those things in life that are unnecessary? like red lights, blackberry smart phones, and Mitt Romney? well. full use of your upper extremities is not one of them. I find use of my arms to be a pretty necessary situation, but "full use" is pushing it after today. God in heaven. I'm putting off getting in the shower as long as possible because in the shower is where I generally find out exactly how sore I am.
Today was the first partner session. It was arm hell all over again, but not before we did some squats. I'm literally about to just cut my legs off and move on with my life. They cause me nothing be trouble and heartache. Squats, surrenders, planks, these are a few of my favorite things. Oh wait, those are the things that make me want to gouge my eyes out with a rusty spoon. Can you tell I'm in a mood? I peaced out of the gym at warp speed again because I, yet again, felt like I was about to toss cookies all over God's creation. Focus. We started out doing bird dogs and "dirty dogs", which just made me feel like a complete ruhtard. then an overhead toss with a 12lb medicine ball, which I hadn't done with that heavy of a ball, and I kinda was like um what is this ball made of? the souls of everyone who hasn't survived boot camp?! then we did this ab thing we did at boot camp, except when were passing a medicine ball between us, and I kept falling over because I have the balance and core strength of an infant. I can't do anything right. Then we did these 2 circuits of arm stuff. I realllllllllllly wish I didn't look like the south end of a north bound donkey right now, or I'd take a picture of my face. just so you all could see the disgust. Anyways, the first one was slams, cleans and presses, chest passes and this thing where you lay on the ground and put the ball above your head and then pull it up. We did that twice through, then we did push and presses (at this point those go in the list of things I'd rather cut my right arm off 127 hours style than do), pistons, Romanian dead lifts and fronts and sides. twice through. My everything hurts a lot right now. I just want to lay down and stay in bed for a few days, read, and eat chips (shameless toddlers and tiaras quote). 4 a week may be biting off more than I can chew. We'll see though.
Darin mentioned this lady named Erma Bombeck, and that my writing style was similar to hers. So I googled her, and read a few wikipedia articles and I kinda love her. "my second favorite household chore is ironing. my first one being hitting my head on the top bunk bed until I faint". Haha, me too Erma. Me. too. I hope my blog is half that entertaining to at least offset the bitching factor, because that's what I'm doing. But tough. what I'm doing is hard work and right now, I'm in a not so fabulous mood (just ask Rebecca) so it is what it is. Tomorrow is a new day.
The best news of all, other than I still need to get my massive self in the shower, is that tomorrow is partner sesh #2. 3rd day in a row. It's like I'm taunting death. I feel like if the grim reeper had a house, I'm playing ding dong ditch on Halloween.
Anyways. Pending my survival tomorrow, there will be another post. If not, well, I think we covered this last post. My bed is calling my name, and I'm off to answer.
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