today, my trainer introduced me to all the different torture devices for resistance training. what i learned:
my lower back, hams, and upper arms are good and strong.this shit is hard. i mean, fucking hard. like, maybe the hardest damn thing ive ever done.
my thighs, chest, and upper back are pathetically weak.
two sets of twelve reps (per machine) SOUNDS easy, right up until about rep 7 of each set, at which point i feel like an elephant is standing on the weights.
but it also feels damn good. ive already got more energy, i sleep better at night, i get up refreshed in the morning, my mood is better than its been in a long long time, and im really really excited at the prospect of seriously challenging myself.
as much as i bitch and moan about anything that challenges me, the truth is im just not happy if im not struggling with or against something. this time, im facing off against the ultimate opponent: myself.