AHHHHH! NNNNNOOOOOO! Thump-thump, thump-thump…..
It’s true. I had a friend rip my heart out yesterday. Then she took a huge bite out of it and threw it in the trash. Okay, so maybe that’s a bit of an over exaggeration, but that’s what it felt like. We were driving to the mall when she started talking about needing to lose weight which led to how she used to be in such great shape when she was lifting weights. So she is now venturing back into the weight lifting world with a personal training session on Saturday morning. She has challenged the trainer to push her to the edge of her ability. She wants to be super sore because it makes her feel like she’s accomplished something. I hate being sore so I couldn’t relate, but I nodded with encouragement. Then she mentioned that she also loved getting sore when she was lifting weights before, but eventually she stopped getting sore so she just quit lifting all together. Hmmm. My first question was, so why didn’t you just add more weight? Her answer, “because I didn’t went to get gigantic, ugly muscles.” (insert the screeching sound of a record abruptly stopping here). What? So are you saying that I have gigantic, ugly muscles? She said, “no, but I didn’t want to get huge, bulging arms.” Do I have huge, bulging arms? No. Okay. I’m a pretty dedicated lifter. Chances are that even when she does start lifting again she won’t be lifting as diligently or as heavy as me. So I’m, in her mind, the worst case scenario. And am I that bad? I hope not. The only way you can really tell I’m a lifter is when I flex while standing naked in the mirror. How often do I do this? You’ll never know, but it’s true. The reality of this situation is that the fear of getting “huge” actually pushed her away from lifting. So instead of having nice, toned arms, she now has not-so-nice soft arms. She actually lost the muscle she had built and gained some fat to boot. Given those two options…..I’d definitely take my arms over the alternative.
It’s a toss up….but I think I’ll take ‘after’.
And that brings me to last night’s workout. I’m doing more pause reps for bench since I’m only a few weeks out from the meet. I did 3×3 at 135 with pauses as long as I could muster. I even broke out the wrist wraps just for fun. Then I did some DB rows. I decided to use 50 pounds since 45 wasn’t so bad last time. And I had weighted dips next so I decided that since I would already have the 50 pound dumbbell out….I might as well try using it for the dips as well. That was the moment I realized that I was truly starting to think like a dude. Because I’m too lazy to grab a different dumbbell I’m going to make a 10 pound jump on dips when it was hard the last time I did them? Okay. So I did. I definitely had the sternum breaking pain in my chest, but it wasn’t too bad. I think it’s safe to say that I’ll be staying at that weight for at least a few weeks though.