I think having one of these might make my life a bit more bearable right now.
After being out of the gym for so long in preparation for my last meet (who knew that rest time could be so annoying!!), I was anxious to get back into the gym. Some lifters take the week after a meet off to recover. I was honestly a bit sore and tired on Sunday and Monday, but I still felt like I needed to do something. So I pushed for a Monday start date for my next round of training. Brilliant.
I was warned in advance that it was going to be brutal, and it was. I started out with benching. 45×10 reps, 65×10, and then a few sets of ten at 95 pounds. None of this was all that bad. Then we added another 10 pounds. My triceps immediately protested. I think I was supposed to do 2 sets of 8, but I could hardly do anything. I needed help on almost all of them…yikes. As a result, I am incredibly conscious of my armpits today, fabulous. And did you know that your pecs are actually rather involved in your ability to type? Hm, who would have thought.
I bet that’s how this guy got so ripped…typing up a storm!
Then came the fun part….squats. I was tasked with 5 sets of 20 at 95 pounds. I knew it was coming and knew it was going to be hard, but doing it was a whole different story. To my surprise, the first two sets actually weren’t too bad. Still a lot of pain and discomfort, but not to the point where I wanted to gouge my eyes out. Then came the third set…..that’s when things took a turn for the worst. My back started stiffening up, my quads were burning, I was out of breath….ugh. And then came the fourth set. I think I got through about eight reps before I had to stop to take a break. I was trying to convince myself to do three more sets of four just to get through it, but I could only do about two before I’d get too tired. i think I tried to quit about 27 times in the last ten reps. Not the best way to spend your afternoon. The last set luckily came a little easier. I think knowing that I was done afterwards was the only thing getting me through. I eventually started to fail because I didn’t have anything left. On reps 18 and 19 I needed help because I couldn’t get out of the hole, but I think I did the last one on my own….for the most part anyway. And then when it was over, I crumpled into a ball and cried like a little girl.
This girl’s got the right idea!!!
So…I guess it could have been worse. Poor guy.
I tried to foam roll to ease some of the pain, but it didn’t help at all. So I hobbled home, threw together some dinner and collapsed on the couch. I iced my poor, aching quads for a while and then made a sad attempt to go upstairs. The up part was awful, but it was the coming down that made me fear for my life. My legs were so tired that I couldn’t even use my quad muscles at all. I could stand up straight with my knees locked, but the minute I tried to step down with my knee bent, my leg would just sort of buckle. I seriously contemplated sitting down and riding down like a little tyke.
Yep, I’ve acquired a passy and a binky to go with my onsie!
The worst part about this entire experience is that it wasn’t a one time deal. I will be doing this twice a week for the next few weeks. Yep, that means I have to do it all over again on Thursday. At this point, I don’t even know if I’m going to be able to walk by Thursday….how the hell am I supposed to do 100 reps? Ugh.