Traingin Day 1.

I woke up this morning and coughed up the star characters of a Musinex-D commercial. I felt awful. I had absolutely no motivation to begin my first day of training.  The lady in me wanted to stay in bed and re discover the back side of my eye lids.  I had spent the previous night having my training program explained to me and it is a process. I've forgotten most of the words but the phrase that stuck out the most was "realization of fatigue". I will realize I'm tired?  I've never had that problem... I think it has to do with muscles. All that to say it sounds complicated. To summarize, I will be competing in three different events Squat, Dead lift and Bench Press. Squatting is exactly what it sounds like; spread your legs apart and lower your butt to the ground with weight on your shoulders. Dead lift starts with the weight on the ground and you lift it. Bench press is laying on your back, on a bench, and pressing weight up from your chest. Whoever named events in this sport was not very creative. I would have named them the Curtsy, the Baby Up and the Superman or something along those lines just to keep people guessing.
With mental and physical fatigue, I rose, put on my awesome new, pink high top Chucks (pictures of those bad boys to come), squeezed into my grey tights and went to the gym.  I took me about 30 minutes to warm up and as I waited for instruction, my mind returned to the bed that probably still had preserved some of my body heat... I wondered if it would still be warm enough for me to be able to snuggle back up with my Maltese and take a mid morning nap or if I would have to lay there and shiver a bit until my body re heated it. 
That was my thought process during my warm up. 
Real motivating.

Squat:
This was my first attempt with a barbell on my shoulders. Surprisingly, I "move well" so placing the bar on my shoulders and holding my elbows back while my hands gripped the bar wasn't difficulty.  Then I lifted it off the rack. Pain. The bar just sits on my bones, no cushion. I lowered my bum a few times and re racked the barbell. Don't like squatting. Next. Day's lift: 55lbs.
Bench Press:
Not horrible.  I think by this time my muscles had stop protesting and were along for the ride. I pressed the bar, which isn't much weight, but you have to start somewhere right? Day's lift: 45lbs.
Dead lift:
For some reason this lift is going to be my favorite, if we are picking favorites, but it will do the most harm to my hands. Since my legs are stronger than my arms I can have heavier weights. heavier weights equals more stress on my hands with equals... Yep, callouses. I've already started them. I am going to go to Wally World tonight to try and find a pumas stone. Day's lift; 65lbs.

That's my day 1. Not exciting, but I don't feel like a man yet so, that's a plus. Hopefully, my next training day will be more inspiring or this is going to be a very long 15 weeks.

Here's to you lady lifters.  Please give me some motivation.

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