Funny though, my body feels like it’s ready to spring into beast mode, but mentally, I have to hold back. I have no desire to injure myself.
The first lift was successful, light weights, no injuries, but I did have trouble walking down stairs and sitting down on the toilet – which made me happy, made me feel like I did something right. I think weightlifters are slightly sadomasochistic, but it could be just me.
The second lift, today’s lift, was a little different. Still really low weight, good form, weightlifting belt on, but on the last rep in the fourth set, I felt a funky twinge in my low back.
I debated if I should do the fifth set; I did the set – I had to stop at the second rep. Back twinged harder, not debilitating hard, but enough to say if you continue, you’ll be out for a couple of weeks.
Not worth it.
Right now, my mind is scolding my body – I should’ve passed on the fifth set, but the weight was really low, I should’ve been able to complete it. Yes, I should’ve, but I couldn’t, and there‘s no shame in admitting I couldn’t. I’m glad I stopped when I did. I have a little low back discomfort, but no pain. I can sit in a chair without my back feeling like it’s compressing. I haven’t even taken any Advil since my workout. Good sign. I expect I can work through this without any issue and I plan on one more leg day this week. Yes, really – and I will bring the weight down further still.
I’m so grateful for this body I've been given. I know it’s strong, but I have to be kind to it now, so I can push harder in the future. And I plan on pushing hard.