I might sound like I love going to the gym but the idea of going after a blissful vacation is not pretty. For the last few years I’ve been getting by on a recipe of being blessed with a great body type and being a continual activity machine. Except now my life isn’t really providing me with the high intensity cardio like it used to, at least not in enough periods to cancel out my love of meat, chocolates and any other fat-related foodstuff.
So I’ve resumed my sessions at the gym after two weeks which got my almost-rusting muscles moving again and I’ve got back some of my missing energy. Of course, the dilemma only arrives when my work-out routine becomes boring and the pain, post-workout.
I was ready and anticipating feeling like I had the flu after the first couple of workouts. Oh my god, I really expected less.
My thighs, MY THIGHS! I discovered that this evening after the second workout. I was halfway to sitting on the toilet when my legs failed; I landed on the seat wrong, and nearly ripped my shorts trying to save myself.
It definitely felt like I had the flu, if that meant the sickest you’ve ever felt and then someone beats you up one side and down the other with a baseball bat and steals your cough syrup.
I’m hoping after day three I feel a tiny bit better, like the way you feel with a hangover. I still can’t walk without saying ‘Ow’ a couple of hundred times, but I’m determined to do the entire run-up to Christmas and then take a break. And if by some miracle the exercises work as I imagined and my arms start to look like this one below, I’m hoping someone will tell me I still look pretty and buy me a dozen donuts.
Photo By Rokovor Vihienuo |
Mr. Big is easily my favorite band that I cannot seem to describe to others. Or for that matter get other people to listen to. They’re a band out of the land of California and lead singer Eric Martin sings in one of the most beautiful voices I’ve ever heard. If the angels from on high sang in American then this is what the leading vocals would sound like. This release was part of their fourth studio album labeled ‘Hey Man’ containing this track called "Dancin' Right into the Flame".
For those of you who just found my blog take a minute to peruse other posts here at EC. I hope you enjoyed yourself this past month, November is sure to bring something amazing to everyone.
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"steals your cough syrup"
i just read this at work and had to choke back snorts and chortles!
been there, felt that.
In all my foolish bravery I nodded vigorously when my instructor said
"how about some leg exercises, eh?"
didnt walk straight for 4 days after that evening
and havent gone back in 4 months :P
(but i have every intention of going back! I do.I doooooo)
PS: its been a while ;) Hi!
I just spent money on a half dozen of Dunkin' Donuts!!
Here's to your gym sessions! Yum yum yum. Ha ha ha.
@Meghana: Well yes, sweetheart. It's been awhile. Hope all's well with you?
You should get back on the wagon only if you're ready for it! :) Four months down. Yay me!
@Shadowthorne: Wow!! did you just admit you were stuffing your face with Dunkin' Donuts on my post about exercising!?
EEEEEEEEEEEE FIRED!!!
(heh) :D
Owwww... I made so many faces at the computer while reading this! :)
And this is why I prefer Yoga :P
But then again. Lesser pain just means no instant results. Breathe in...Breathe out... :)
Hahaha... maybe one day i'd be alright with having washboard abs protected by a soft round, thick layer of fat so they don't break. :P
If going to the gym makes any part of you look like any part of the woman body builder, I'm not going to talk to you!
Hahahaha! Holy shit, dude. Those things don’t even look like arms anymore. I am appalled. And the thought of getting there makes me also nauseated.
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