2 months since I had 2 boobs
Sunday was two months since surgery. I finally dragged myself back into the gym yesterday, two weeks after I had clearance to. In my defense, I was sick. Tonsillitis. Only second time I've had it. Last time was in Toronto in fucking winter. This one wasn't as bad.
Trainer Mate was required to do a bit of the dragging me back too. Once I started warming up I was feeling keen. It felt good to get back into the rhythm of our sessions. And I had an awesome one, physically and emotionally. Warmed up, did some light squats to check form after such a long absence. Then lay down to do bench press. Previously I would lower the bar onto the breast tissue over my ribs. But this time, without remembering, I lowered the bar and expected the same sensation. And then the thump of the bar against my chest bounced me back into reality. I was grinning like a maniac, while heaving enormous iron weights above my vital organs, it was such a cool moment. I've never felt that before. I did the rest of the set loving life. I've lost a lot of strength since surgery. But got to start somewhere.
Nice reminder of what is to come if I keep good habits. I'm beginning to understand that keeping myself in line is my responsibility entirely. I'm the one who would benefit most out of progress. I'm the one who can control progress. I'm the one who wants this most. So who am I waiting for? A long time ago I said "I'm not gonna kill myself, I'm gonna rebuild myself". Well, the concrete slab is down. Time to get to work.
Trainer Mate was required to do a bit of the dragging me back too. Once I started warming up I was feeling keen. It felt good to get back into the rhythm of our sessions. And I had an awesome one, physically and emotionally. Warmed up, did some light squats to check form after such a long absence. Then lay down to do bench press. Previously I would lower the bar onto the breast tissue over my ribs. But this time, without remembering, I lowered the bar and expected the same sensation. And then the thump of the bar against my chest bounced me back into reality. I was grinning like a maniac, while heaving enormous iron weights above my vital organs, it was such a cool moment. I've never felt that before. I did the rest of the set loving life. I've lost a lot of strength since surgery. But got to start somewhere.
Nice reminder of what is to come if I keep good habits. I'm beginning to understand that keeping myself in line is my responsibility entirely. I'm the one who would benefit most out of progress. I'm the one who can control progress. I'm the one who wants this most. So who am I waiting for? A long time ago I said "I'm not gonna kill myself, I'm gonna rebuild myself". Well, the concrete slab is down. Time to get to work.