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.
No, not me, the blog.
I logged in last night to my Weebly dashboard and found I needed to update my blog’s look/template. Three hours later, I came up with something aesthetically pleasing and I gotta admit, I dig it. Posting is proving to be a pain, though.
It’s been a year since I’ve written anything I want to post. Lots o’changes in the last several months have left my head spinning.
I’ve tried to write out my feelings/thoughts/frustrations, but the words escaped me and that never happens. I was starting to think me being without words might be a sign of the apocalypse, but no worries, it’s all good, my voice is back.
Until the next post – and no, it won’t take me a year until I post again.