I think I might die....
Hey Mom!
So after taking some time off for a back injury I have recently starting hitting the gym again. Firstly let me just say I am typing this laying down because it hurts to sit up. In fact it hurts to lift, extend, or otherwise move my arms at all. In a previous video blog (Weighty Words) I apologized to humanity for being a gym snob. Oh how far the mighty have fallen! From my pedestal I gazed down upon mere mortals with their shape-ups and shake weights, laughing at their failing determination and flickering hope. Now I lie in humble solitude, wishing only that the soreness in mine bones might ease with the sun's setting.
Basically, what I am saying is "I'm a fool and I get it" this is the most time I've taken off working out since I was 15 which basically means the last time I tried to get in shape I was young with relentless energy and no other obligations (I thought school was hard but then I went to university... haha oh high school). Now school boggles my mind and I feel like I'm 20 going on 75 some days. So getting in shape as an adult is not as fun as it was when I was just starting high school. I used to do 200 push-ups everyday before school and run sprints in sets of 10 with my best friend at 7am. If someone asked me to do that now I would just laugh and go grab a 7 pound dumbbell to curl with two hands.
The worst part is I know the soreness will go away. In a couple weeks there will still be soreness but it won't be the same deep seated gym newb soreness that is currently sending my muscles into peels of agonizing moans. But that knowledge means nothing in the moment. It's like telling someone who just got shot with a cannonball "Yes you are in agony now but think of all the great nickname opportunities you'll have if you survive!"
I feel like a truck ran over me and then the driver got out, laughed and then ran over me again.
But at least I get to workout again tomorrow... what? No I'm not crying, I'm just too hydrated.
That is all.
So after taking some time off for a back injury I have recently starting hitting the gym again. Firstly let me just say I am typing this laying down because it hurts to sit up. In fact it hurts to lift, extend, or otherwise move my arms at all. In a previous video blog (Weighty Words) I apologized to humanity for being a gym snob. Oh how far the mighty have fallen! From my pedestal I gazed down upon mere mortals with their shape-ups and shake weights, laughing at their failing determination and flickering hope. Now I lie in humble solitude, wishing only that the soreness in mine bones might ease with the sun's setting.
Basically, what I am saying is "I'm a fool and I get it" this is the most time I've taken off working out since I was 15 which basically means the last time I tried to get in shape I was young with relentless energy and no other obligations (I thought school was hard but then I went to university... haha oh high school). Now school boggles my mind and I feel like I'm 20 going on 75 some days. So getting in shape as an adult is not as fun as it was when I was just starting high school. I used to do 200 push-ups everyday before school and run sprints in sets of 10 with my best friend at 7am. If someone asked me to do that now I would just laugh and go grab a 7 pound dumbbell to curl with two hands.
The worst part is I know the soreness will go away. In a couple weeks there will still be soreness but it won't be the same deep seated gym newb soreness that is currently sending my muscles into peels of agonizing moans. But that knowledge means nothing in the moment. It's like telling someone who just got shot with a cannonball "Yes you are in agony now but think of all the great nickname opportunities you'll have if you survive!"
I feel like a truck ran over me and then the driver got out, laughed and then ran over me again.
But at least I get to workout again tomorrow... what? No I'm not crying, I'm just too hydrated.
That is all.
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