The Gym And Why I Hate It

As some of you know I joined a gym back in January, you may not have known that I joined it in January, but now you do. The first month of my gym membership I went once. Yep a whole one time. It was hard to make time after work and everything, as I wasn’t sleeping much at night and when I got off work all I wanted to do was sleep. So that’s what I did. My mum, who is awesome, was really supportive of me joining the gym and I thought that was pretty cool. She sent me all sorts of cool little motivators. I went a few more times in February, not as many as to constitute how much I was paying for it though. Bryant’s mum joined our gym goings though, and we’ve been going quite a few times a week now (or at least trying too, it isn’t always constant). 

Yesterday… Yesterday the gym kicked my ass. I’m not kidding. It hurts to move today. The reason for the ass kicking is because I am quite lazy when it comes to working out. I would run sometimes on the tredmill (usually 30 minutes or so) or do a tad on the eliptical (also an ass kicker) but that was the majority of my working out. Until yesterday. I started weight training yesterday. I didn’t start with the 5 pound weights either. I started with 20. I can lift somethings, I don’t have a problem lifting bags of potatoes or anything like that, so starting out with 20 (well, 20 on each side of the bar) was pretty good. I did 3 reps of 12 and the first sign of how much I neglected my poor arm muscles… My left arm decided it didn’t want to participate anymore. It just decided that it wasn’t going to bend or be lifted. So of course the right arm decides the same thing shortly after. I move my arms as best I can in a way that can only be described as ‘octopus on drugs’. I sat down at the next weight machine and continued with my pattern of 3 sets of 12. My arms dropped on my last set at 10. I took a short break. I glanced in one of the horrid mirrors that gyms keep around so people can watch themselves fail. I could see the muscle in my arm cramp. I was liking watching a car accident. You see it happening and there is nothing that you can do to prevent it. I saw a bulge start to form under my skin, I knew what was going to happen right before my arm felt like it was on fire and being stung by a horde of angry dragon bees. For those of you who don’t know, dragon bees are a hybrid of a dragon and a bee. It spits fire and stings you at the same time causing HUGE amounts of pain. It’s even worse when it came from my imagination and I know that I’m just going to mutate the creature of pain further. But back to to story, my arms are on fire. Bryant helped my rub out the cramp in my arm, and the dragon bees disappeared. I knew they would be back, in greater numbers and more mutations. I sat down on the next machine, this one required that I reach up and pull down to work my back muscles. Easy enough, I thought as I sat down and began. It was entirely too easy, I assumed there had to be a catch. The catch, was bringing your arms back down to a resting position when you were done. Apparently while up in the air my arms had decided that they were not done rebelling and that they would rather stay in the up-right position and play freeze tag, with much less tag and more freezing. It was a slow bring down but the were eventually safe and back at my sides. A few muscle cramps later and I was done with lifting. With my arms anyway. Next was the legs.

Now my legs are in relatively good shape, they carry most of me around during the day and help e do menial tasks such as lifting. The legs were easy, I was thinking that the rest would be a breeze. I did calf extenders, knee lifts, and inner and outer hip adductions. It was awesome. Until I woke up this morning!

So, I didn’t sleep last night. CT kept my up with the utter nagging that I had spent the hours before lifting things that it didn’t think I needed to be lifting. Some Aleve and a rotation of the wrist braces proved to get it to shut up at about 6 am. I go to sleep.

Waking up was the hard part. I couldn’t move my fingers. I was able to lift my forearm and touch Bryant. He asked if I was ready to get up. His voice was pretty distant. I tried to move my legs and it hurt, moving my arms hurt, and once I was able to get the fingers going, they hurt too. I grumbled into my pillow, feeling like I had been hit by a truck and put back to bed again. 

So I was up and moving around eventually, I can’t sit in the same position too long, and I’ve discovered muscles that I  wasn’t fully aware that I had. 

I don’t really hate the gym. It is a place where I can go and work the muscles that have been neglected for a very long time. I just wish I didn’t hurt. But I’m off to the gym here pretty soon so that should be an interesting event.

Life, Rant

Stress and Anxiety

For those of you who don’t know, I am a very stressed person. Normally when I say this people get the impression that I don’t know what stress really is because I’m not really that old and that I’ll know more of it when I get older. This is so far from the truth.

I have grey hair. I’m 22 years old with grey hair from stress. And one of them is white! I remember a few short years ago (like 4) I was plucking grey and white hairs from my mum’s head. Now I have them. It must be contagious, the stupid things!

The fact that I get anxious about almost everything doesn’t help either. I am constantly worried. Sometimes I’m not worried about anything in particular, I’m just worried. Bryant calls me a worry wart all the time and it’s true. We all have some title that we don’t like and worry wart is mine.

Just learned the worry wart is actually one word, worrywart. There are just too many right side of the alphabet letters in that for me not to put a space there. My stress has been affecting my sleep lately, I have a million things that run through my mind; things I need to do, things I’ve done, things I regret, people I’ll never get to talk to again, the last things I ever said to those people, how if I’m not doing anything important with my life, so on and so forth.

I think it’s moderately funny that when I do have a job, I wish I could just go home and spend all day in bed, and then when the situation where I don’t have a job comes about all I want to do is work.

I always feel better after writing, or crocheting. However, it has been a pain to do either of those because of the CT. I’m just going to call it that. So BOO! on CT. BOOOO! My fancy magnet bracelet that Bryant bought for me isn’t working like it used too.


What I’m Making

So, I haven’t posted in a while and it’s because I’ve been working on this great project. My secret project. An awesome secret project. Which apparently going to be huge. It’s already 6 feet tall, and I’m not sure how long it’s going to be. But I’m excited. I decided to show you all how far along I am. I’m not as far as I wish I was, but my carpal tunnel has been kicking me in the wrist lately because I’ve been playing TONS of Army of Two with Bryant. It’s a really awesome game!

Uber=Secret=Awesome Project

If you would like to guess what it is you are more than welcome to comment.

Crafts, Life

Taxes, Carpal Tunnel, and The Gym

So got my taxes done today, something that I have been putting off. Among other things, I was putting them off because I just don’t like getting them done. I’ve also been putting off sewing, knitting, crochet, writing, learning how to speak Swahili, remembering that I’m 22 now, and reciting the poetry of Sextus Propertius backwards and in the original Latin. I may have been a tad hyperbolic on a few of those. But all the same, I haven’t been as crafty lately as I would like to be, partially because of my carpal tunnel. But,back to taxes. I went to a new H&R Block for my taxes. I don’t know how to do them myself (which I can admit) and I would be to nervous to do them myself because I’m prone to screw things up. So a few days ago I set the appointment and gathered my things. When I arrived today at the office I was the only one with an appointment, I arrived 10 minutes early. So I sat and waited… and waited… and waited some more. A quarter ’til five I was finally seen. I didn’t mind waiting since I was waiting on the person ahead of me to finish their return and it wasn’t the employee’s fault. So I sat there and waited. Once I was taken over to my Tax Preparer, I noticed something interesting. I attract really hyper people. My Tax Preparer was all about good attitude and tons of energy. It was nice. The same thing happened yesterday though when I went shopping for an undergarment (as I have not perfected the art of crafting them yet). My assistant in sizing and style choices was all about her energy. She liked the fact that I was taller than her and that I had long hair like her. It was a good experience on both accounts. So maybe I should hang out with these upbeat people.

I mentioned my carpal tunnel, which is something I have. Something that I ignore (for the most part) and something that I don’t let rule my life. Sure, the pain does prevent me from doing some things some times but it doesn’t stop me from doing them. Bryant bought me a magnet bracelet to help with the pain a few months ago, and it has helped considerably. That was until I played video games for six hours the other night. My hands went numb and my fingers tingled. When I put the controller down and flexed my finger it hurt to move them.  That night when I went to bed I woke up several times with dead hands and for the first time in a while I considered wearing my braces to bed. I decided against it. I’ve decided I should probably see a doctor about it, I’m just nervous about that because I’ve read that I can lose strength in my hands or lose feeling and control. That’s just not cool with me.

Tonight was gym night. I haven’t gone in over a week. It was hard but good for me. However, I had more of a workout than I had bargained for. The incline on the machine was kind of broken. By kind of I mean that when I pressed the button to incline it didn’t incline. Instead, it decided to incline with five minutes left of my work out. It wasn’t just a small incline either, it was a full 11.5 incline with a 4.8 mph running speed. I wasn’t going to give up five minutes until the end, I was going to finish. Even if it meant I fell off of the tredmill. Then, 20 seconds later, my speed dropped to 2.8 and I ALMOST face-planted. I caught myself before I did. Then the incline dropped to a 7.5 and the speed increased to 3.8. At this point I was incredibly confused at this point. My tredmill was POSSESSED. For the remaining time on my workout it changed seven more times in both speed and incline. By the time my cool down started I was a little wary that it was going to go awry and my cool down was about to become the “psych, we’re not cooling down yet, got ya” but it finished nicely.

Three topics are hard. I think I’ll stick to two topics. I can make that sounds more adventurous that I can three. Three sounds like a list of things to do. Had I written about two I could have said “Tackling Taxes and Gym (insert word that starts with ‘g’ that means adventure)”.

I wanted to acknowledge the fact that four readers have decided to follow my blog. It’s the most followers that I have ever had on any blog I’ve ever written, so thank you.