Just a little random fact sharing about some inner workings of my life (don't expect deep insights at this point....be patient....wait for it...)
Have you ever lifted too much weight at the gym before your body was able to really handle it? I was a victim of a very intimidating and almost scary instructor at my gym in a weight lifting class. I haven't been to the gym in several months, (ok, maybe 6, or maybe 8) and I just started getting back into it this month. So I went to this class, and didn't think I killed myself....but the past 3 days have told me other wise.
Basically, right now, I feel like a Tyrannosaurus Rex. My biceps have ripped so much that it is literally painful to straighten my arms. I walk around with them bent in front of me. It takes a slow and painful process to stretch and straighten them out. I've never been more grateful for the ability to extend my arms in my entire life. Needless to say, I think I bit out too big of a chunk than my body could handle. And those instructors....they sure are good at what they do. I didn't want to let her down, I didn't want to appear weak....and I didn't want her to keep looking at me like that when I cheated....so I pushed myself, I "worked it".....and I am now paying for it.
Lesson Learned: Don't expect to be able to handle the same level of strength and exertion you could 6 months ago. And don't give in to the peer pressure of perfectly toned and intimidating Gym instructors. I can't wait until I can walk normal and swing my arms at my side again like the average Homosapien. I think there is also a hidden lesson of gratitude thrown in there. I feel a new sense of sympathy for the poor T-Rex's that have such little use of their arms. It reminds me of scene from meet the Robinsons.
Now I know. I guess sometimes you have to learn a lesson the hard way.
