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I'm staring at my computer clock, frightened, knowing it's going to be 5:30 eventually, and I am going to the gym. Why am I scared today? Because I have vowed to eschew the namby-pamby universal gym and "isolation" machines for the real deal.
THE FREE WEIGHTS. we're talking barbells, people. If I'm going to get in shape, i might as well do it on the proper. Strengthen that core, and ride the metabolism wave! WHOO!
I've always been leery of freeweights for some dumb reason. Maybe it's cause i pulled a lower back muscle BADLY in grade 9 deadlifting far more than i should have attempted. Back in college, when i was on a roll, and going to the gym diligently for a few months, I had managed to love the dumbells, but wouldn't touch the barbells.
(sidenote: I stopped going to the gym when I got mono... my energy level is JUST NOW getting back to where it was back in march of 2000. sad, isn't it?)
TODAY WILL BE DIFFERENT (hopefully). My chickenshit ass is going to do 2 sets of 10 reps of the basic exercises AND LIKE IT. Squats, Deads, Lat Pulldowns, Bench Press, Bicep Curls. I would do some calf raises, but I have YET to do them without injuring myself, and my shoes aren't the most adequate. Luckily, I have genetically superior calves, so working them intentionally won't be needed quite as much. I will have to get on it eventually.
What did I just forget? Abs. Fucking Abs. I want to try and use the ball to do crunches on, but I'm afraid I'll make a fool of myself and fall off. Maybe I'll just hop on the roman chair and do my abs that way. Abs are my proverbial achilles' heel. Next to my hamstrings, I suppose. BUT, I GOTTA DO THIS RIGHT! MOTIVAAAAAATE! MOOOTIIVAAATE!
*whimpers* dont let the big gym men steal all the light plates okay?
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