Never, ever, ever, ever try to lift with a hang over. I’ve realized this over and over in my life and today was no exception. I was dreading the gym all day today, knowing that it was going to be painful. I thought of so many reasons not to go and ways to get out of it, but in the end I decided to man up and suffer the consequences. I deserved every bit of pain that came my way today…..and there was a lot of it.
It was squats today….second day in the new shoes. After my warm up, I did….or tried to do……three sets of 6 at 165. Man it was hard. I think I could only do four reps in the last two sets before I needed help. My entire body was shaking. Ray had to pull the best pep talk of his life out of his arse to get me through it. How did I get so lucky to find such a great trainer? Jack pot. Next up I was supposed to do 2 sets of 6 at 145 but Ray was taking pity on me : ) He challenged me to do just one set for as many reps as I could. *whimper* He told me if I got 12 it would turn his frown upside down. I tried….really hard. But I think I only got to 9 before he had to help me. I feel a little light headed just thinking about it. Ouch.
Then just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse……..crap. I had to do 3 sets of 8 glute/ham raises WITH a rubber band around my chest.
Kind of like what this guy is doing but with the band around my body and not my neck. Oh geez. They were so hard.
Next up were stiff leg dead lifts and some abs….including hanging leg raises. I had to drag myself through those babies. I’m only thankful that there weren’t more pull ups in my life today.
I’m not lifting tomorrow because it’s my first soccer game of the season. I’m a bit nervous about not having the cardio that I’m going to need to run around for 90 minutes, but I’ll suffer through it. GOAL!!!!