Gym progress.

[elfs]

I hit the gym during lunch today, for the third time this week. I upped my weight and am now doing presses and flys with 30 lbs. in each hand, although my bicep curls are still at 25 lbs. I'm doing 105 lbs on the abs machine, and 120 on the shoulder pulls. I only have time to do two circuits, so I'm doing a modified round of chest, shoulders, arms, and abs. Yeah, I tend to ignore my legs, but given that I'm hiking up and down stairs all day I don't think that's a bad thing.

There's a cartoon by Donelan which shows a man lounging against a wall, apparently waiting for his date, and he says to his companion, "All I know is, he'd better get here before my pecs deflate." I no longer wonder what that means. This afternoon after the workout I took off my shirt and on the way to the showers saw myself in the mirror. I'd done my arms hard this afternoon and my biceps were huge. I could see the veins in them. It's a kinda scary sight; I was always the scrawny kid who hated sports. And my first reaction was "Huh. I wonder if Omaha will like this?"

Fortunately, they soon went back to normal, which is much bigger than they were three weeks ago, but not quite so Frankensteinian.

Comments

[rapier.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I remember having that same moment of clarity once when I looked at myself in the mirror after lifting and said "Oooh, THAT'S why Dad always said 'Weights Before Dates.'"