[FYI: Don’t be surprised to see this blog on my other Training Life! I promise in time, there will be enough of me and my inspiration to go around. Ha!]
My shoulder pangs and howls to let me become acquainted with the power it has over my training life. It’s fully aware that one thing is connected to another: Performing bicep curls, bent-over rows, overhead tricep extensions, and push-ups will harm; and as far as shoulder pressing – during the action it wouldn’t hurt will, but later on it’ll be unforgiving.
My abdominals are back to their strong connection where I can lay flat on the floor and sit up in a heartbeat without an ounce of struggle. And the other night getting into a dog position I can feel the outstanding stretch from the top of my abdominals, to the oblique and lower region in wincing tenderness.
My glutes are under a sexual tension of their own I like to believe. I assume they adore being at the height of attention and at the personification of pain – how they love to demonstrate by hurting me brutally with every step I take, any time I sit (like on the bike earlier) and every bend I perform from the waist.
My lower back has been having a groundhog film moment where it feels as if it’s been hit on repeat with a small hammer because anything bigger may have me registering at the hospital overnight as I try and explain to the doctors how I switched from “cutting” to out-lifting myself and every other person in and out the gym because priorities and wanting to be the master at something before I die.
My ankle decides to knock, knock, and knock on my nerves with its flaming metal and screws which poke and stab me like syringes. It has every reason to be annoyed with my telling it to suck it up and woman-and-nut-up.
I had to strategize the slow and fast pace of pedaling and of heartbeats per minute during the course of forty-seven minutes on the stationary bike because let’s face it – 7 miles in my mind wasn’t enough for the 30lbs I want to lose, but it’s a start to getting more workouts done in the gym (out the apartment) and getting my old body back.
Over and out,