Confessions of a former weightlifting snob

Today over my lunch hour I walked back into my old stomping grounds—my health club where I used to do regular weight lifting classes at least twice a week. It’s been a year since I’ve lifted a bar over my head, and boy could I feel it! Every time the instructor kept saying “now for this song you can push it a little harder with your weights because it’s a short one, “I’d think to myself… ‘what, the fact that I actually got here and am lying down on the bench in my sweat pants doesn’t count for trying ‘harder’? Of course there’s the fact that the class actually cost me $300 because it was the first time I’d set foot in there for a whole year.

THEN, add on the fact that I have arthritis in my knees and my orthopedics guy made me promise that I would never do a lunge again in my life. So… when we get to the lunge track and I sit it out, the 65-year-old grandma glares at me. I’m thinking—“Sorry lady. This time I really do have an excuse. It’s not just because I’ve been grunting every time I lift the 3 pound bar over my head… Cut the glaring, it’s not like I farted—Though trust me, I’m thinkin’ about it!”

Anyway, I figured I better post this workout synopsis now before the pain sets in and I find myself in tears. I’m pretty sure that jiggly part under my arm is my tricep. It’s probably going to hurt tomorrow whatever muscle it is…