Nope. I'm really writing about me again. Took my 3 younger kids (3, 9, and 10) to the beach last week alone and barely survived. I think on Day 4 I heard "I hate the beeeeach!" and "why do we always come to the beach?" and "can we just not go to the beach?" This was not fun, really. Perhaps you can imagine why. We did go see "Despicable Me" which struck me as Shrek-redux, but was amusing in parts. They loved it. We rode bikes, at ice cream, and did very little else.
So I'm home now, and after 12 days of looking soft and hairy on the beach I'd like to look a little more awesome [this is in part because all the other guys out surfing looked more tan, more toned, and more "better" than me]. Just a little. Y'know, this may sound silly but once upon a time (not that long ago) I could bench press a good amount of weight. I was pretty proud about how much I could lift, too. But I injured my shoulders and tried to let them heal by resting them, which didn't work -- but acupuncture DID. Unfortunately, I never got back to the weights mostly due to guilt-imposed time constraints wherein I felt bad about spending 30 minutes lifting weights inside when I could have my kids playing outside instead of sitting in a gym's nursery.
All excuses aside, I simply neglected the ole' muscles. For about 10 years.
OK, so Monday I try to knock out 100 reps at a low weight and...y'know...get it all back quick. Which doesn't work, in case you were wondering.
I think every part of my upper body feels sore from my foray back into weightlifting. ow. It's a (small) miracle that I can even type this or lift my arms over my head in order to pull on a shirt (I won't even discuss the abdominal work here, but I can breathe pain-free, so far).
The hope here is that I'll get into a good groove and won't look quite so old and flabby when I return to La Playa in a few weeks. Though I'm not likely to succeed, I remain stubborn enough to fool myself into believing I can. Ugh. This aging process is.....a shi%&y one.
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