?

Log in

No account? Create an account

Previous Entry | Next Entry

Ow...

Two weeks ago in the strength class, Anitia said "next week I want you to increase your heavy weights to ten pounds."  (Yes, I know - I'm a wuss.  But I'm starting from nothing, so I'm at peace with that.)  So last week I dutifully switched my heavy weights from eight pounds to ten.  Good GOD those are heavy!  But I struggled through, that being the point of this endeavor.  THIS week, halfway through, she cruised by and swapped up my medium weights also.

Holy crap.

Then when it came time to do twenty pushups, I was able to squeeze out seven before I fell on my nose.  For the second set of ten, I got out two and a half.

I keep telling myself this is good for me.  But damn, I ache this morning.

On the bright side, last Wednesday the massage therapist used the word "definition."  So, hopefully I'm actually building some structure under the fat layer.  If only I could do that without feeling like someone beat me up...

Tags:

Comments

( 4 comments — Leave a comment )
oocdc2
Apr. 2nd, 2013 02:49 pm (UTC)
Seven (real?) pushups ain't bad at all! I used to do them every auxiliary round on the ship, right by the evaporator. I went from doing a set of five every hour to a set of thirty by the end of the patrol. I miss having a quiet place to do those--I'd get weird looks if I did them in my cubicle...I doubt I could even get a good one out anymore.

Great work! :) You are truly inspiring.
galingale
Apr. 3rd, 2013 01:14 am (UTC)
I can't do even one...
kls_eloise
Apr. 3rd, 2013 04:42 pm (UTC)
I hates them, I does. But the only way to do more, is to do more...
kls_eloise
Apr. 3rd, 2013 04:42 pm (UTC)
Modified. But I'm trying to do *perfect* modified pushups. When I can get out the minimum number of those she wants, I'll pick my knees up.

Also, real ones play holy hob with my shoulder right now, and I'm not taking chances until I know what's going on in there.
( 4 comments — Leave a comment )