Gym class day two today. Upper body to balance out yesterday’s lower body. Color me fucking relieved for the weekend.
I have new respect for those folks who are comatose for months or years and manage to get up, stretch their atrophied limbs and regain locomotion. Me, I’d just go back to bed. I wouldn’t want all that rebuilding of muscle mass and strengthening. Not unless it came with a morphine drip.
One day of working out differently and I have one emotion – pain. I blame the lunges. Clearly, I have not been lunging enough in my regular existence, as my lunge muscles are beyond atrophied. You know the concept of “muscle memory?” I got the lunge amnesia.
When I tried to get shoes out of my closet to wear before exiting my apartment, I squatted as one might do to snag a shoe. I dropped instinctively to a kneel to dull the shootingpain and for a second considered I’d have to live out the day on my knees unable to leave the closet. Eventually, I crawled up to a standing position.
After upper body day today, I imagine tomorrow morning I shall awake unable to lift my arms over my head.
I now believe two things — maybe I wouldn’t look that bad at 250 pounds and Advil is a vitamin.
