Captain Ahab’s BodyBlog

Funny how we can come to enjoy pain.
I am not talking about the strapped to a table, getting stomped in the crotch with a ladies red patent leather, 6 inch spike heeled, evening dress shoe worn by some wig wearing, six foot six transvestite.
I am talking about how much it hurts after being off recouping from my latest surgery and finally finishing up my first week back at the gym.
I forgot how when you get up in the morning and go to sit up your abs hurt so much that you have to roll out of bed sideways rather than do an in bed sit up. The kind of hurt where your quads or in my case my quad doesn’t want you putting any weight on it whatsoever and when you finally force yourself through the pain your calves don’t want to respond either. So you limp like some kind of modern day Quasi Motto over to the vanity and when you reach for the toothpaste your tricep hurts and you pull back and start to rub it in sympathy and when you bend your arm with your toothbrush in it, your bicep doesn’t want to respond and you start making moaning noises like some kind of girly boy (Arnold’s words not mine) and your wife stands there smiling that little smile of hers saying something like, “does your arm hurt honey?” while secretly giggling to herself because she told you not to push it so hard.
All of the body parts that I worked this week and I have done a full body workout so you get the picture are protesting, but as funny as it may seem I am enjoying it on so many levels. It makes me wonder if I am a bit of a masochist but I don’t think so because I am really, really happy to be back working out and getting back into the shape I want to be in and happy  to be hurting so damned good .
 

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