so wednesday, i went to the gym and lifted weights in the first time since forever. ok, for the first time since last april.
when i walked out of the gym around 7:30 am, i thought "hey, that wasn't so bad."
today, when i got up at 6:30 and attempted to pull a shirt on over my head, i thought "oh my god did someone beat my arms and chest with a meat mallet while i slept??"
you'd think i would've noticed an occurance like that; however, the deep denial over severity of my muscular atrophy led me to consider such possibilities.
and for the record, they still hurt. ow.
That's bound to happen when you start lifting weights after a prolonged hiatus. And anyhow, it's a good sore, isn't it? ;-)
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