Not really. But its a catchy title, isn’t it? Today, Vicky took me to a room at the gym that I hadn’t entered yet. It looked kinda scary, and there were usually men with big muscles in there (well, maybe they were teenage boys hoping to get big muscles, but it doesn’t take much to intimidate me.) Anywho, we walked in the room and stood in front of a machine that looked like the medieval torture device called ‘the rack.’ It was actually something called a 45 Degree Leg Press. And I did 210 pounds on it. Sounds good, huh? Vicky explained that you can do heavier weights because of the angle. It was all downhill from there. She helped me try doing chest presses with the barbell only and I was pretty wobbly. The bar weighs 45 pounds so I was okay with that. We did a couple of other machines that I not only can’t describe, but am very grateful that none of you was there to see me on. And then ended with some complicated cable machine that I could only do 30 pounds on, and in the middle of it, I made the mistake of looking in the mirror, and remembered my comment about my bicep muscle and the you-know-what, and cracked myself up, which made it even harder to lift any weight.
Vicky ended my humiliation by making me do the plank position and then try to go straight from that into a full pushup position. I did 1 1/2 of those.
Seriously, though, I loved every minute of it. I love challenging myself, and seeing how much weight I can lift. I love eating all this good food, and not being consumed by wanting more. (I am still a little consumed about food in general–you know, what I should eat, when I should eat it, how I should cook it, when do I get to eat it next, etc., etc., etc.) I love jumping in the pool and swimming laps, even if my form isn’t perfect.
At least I’m SWIMMING!