Day two, let the tears pour

body confidence, health, weight loss

Day 2 of my 5 day gym challenge

Am I allowed to cry?

Kidding it definitely wasn’t that bad. My body is a little tired. I had a late-night making wedding nonsense last night and planning my Welcome sign. So excited to share it with you or so much my gym torture.

My body is sore but nothing to bad. I fell I have been chucked around a lot today.

Today Jon was on time and decided to torture me with the Banana running machine, you know the one where it only moves if you move. Very unpleasant I thought I was going to fall over so we ran for 5 minutes I think or was it ten. It honestly felt like for ever. I am pretty sure it was ten and luckily, I had to walk upstairs as I had to catch my breath.

Working on the back

I have no idea why Jon decided to focus on all back exercises but he did. I watched a video on how to lift the barbell from the floor safely. Stand like a porn star they said. I preferred the stand like a duck analogy. Chest out, bum out core in.

My face was beetroot red this one really took it out of me and my last few lifts I felt my legs shaking.

Coreless

I am still trying to find my core or really understand it. It keeps getting explained to me, and I know I have to work on it but still I have no clue.

So today we worked on the barbell. I really had to focus on not bending my back I really didn’t want to hurt myself. I started on just 10 then upped it with every set of reps. The last one was 40 kilos I think so I was really proud of myself.

Then I did some weird barbell on my shoulders I had no clue and apparently my squats with 50 tonnes on my back were not good enough so I just had to focus on my squatting. Turns out I am really, really bad. So I stopped. I will have to work on it.

Then we used the Lat machine and I felt like goldilocks trying to find a good weight to begin with. I did ten reps and increased the weight each time.

Sweat was dripping off me at this point.

Rowing machine

I love a rowing machine I find them wonderful and try to put the focus on my arms rather than my legs. Except when Jon decided we are going to have a ten-minute race. It was a tortoise and the hare situation so I won, but only because he rowed so fast that he needed to rest for two minutes.

I won’t take it as a win.

Day two I survived, I didn’t cry, my body is sore in muscles I have just discovered.

I can lift my arms very high

I can’t wait till I am in a position I can do a pull up.

When I watch movies were women are chased and have to pull them selves up over a fence or a pole, I am always jealous. Not that they are running for their lives, obvs, but because they are strong enough to do it. I would be caught or my friend would be killed trying to push me up and over. Leave me, save yourselves I would graciously say.

Well give me a month I may be able to do a pull up after all.

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