Today when I woke up the only thing that was sore were my biceps. My back……….nothing! My triceps……….nothing. Nothing, Nothing, Nothing! I feel no pain or soreness in those areas. It’s as if I didn’t work them out at all! Dammit! So now I’m feeling like I’ve wasted money and that’s not a good feeling. Especially when it’s not cheap to live this type of lifestyle! This caused me to take some action so I headed to the gym around 11AM instead of early in the morning. Why? Because I have some male friends there who work out during this time. Now these guys are huge and they train hard. One use to play professional football (before he got injured during a game) – Brian and the other is a male stripper - Kevin.
I’ve worked out with Brian before and he did a good job making sure I used correct form and no cheating on the weights. Today Kevin and Brian were working on their triceps, deltoids and calves so I asked if I could join in. Especially since I worked out my triceps yesterday and feel nothing today.
I noticed that working out with guys can be good and bad. The good part is that they push you to do better and they make sure you use proper form. If it feels like I’m giving up they know what to say to me in order to make me push harder. They give me the motivation and the determination to go that extra mile. Even if it feels like I’m about to give up they yell “You gotta want it! Do you want it or are you here to look cute?” Hearing shit talk like that makes me dig deep within myself and pull extra strength out to finish the set. Now that’s motivation!
The bad thing about working out with men (especially at my gym) is that I have to hear constant talk about sports. The braves this……….the falcons that……..The next NBA draft this………the best b-ball player that! Blah! Blah! Blah!
So during the fourth exercise I was getting a little tired of hearing about sports. So I turned to both of them and said in an irritating tone “Do you guys talk about anything else besides damn sports?” **insert crickets and owl sound effects here**
They just looked at me and said nothing. When Brian finished his set he got up and it was my turn. Kevin adjusted the weighs and they both turned towards me to watch me do my set. On my sixth rep I cheated a little by not extending my arms all the way on the lat push-down machine. When they saw this they told me to stop and start all over because I cheated. So I started over from the number one doing my best to keep good form. On the number ten I cheated again by not extending my arms completely out. Guess what happened? Yup! They made me do it again. Finally, on number five I couldn’t do anymore. I tried and tried but my muscles couldn’t push the weight down anymore. I was out of breath too! When I finally stood up Kevin looked at me and said “Brian and I are on the deep end of the water but you? Well you aren’t strong enough to swim on the deep side so you have to keep your ass in the kiddie pool. So until you’re strong enough to get out of the kiddie pool, sit back and be quiet while grown folks are talking.”
Brain- “In other words, gain some muscles first and then you can change the channel to the conversation. Right now, we’re holding the remote!” They both gave each other high fives, Kevin begins his set and Brian continues talking about the braves! LOL!!!!!
So I learned that lesson well and I look forward to the day when I can change the topic of the conversation. This probably won’t happen until next year! LOL! But for now I’m going to shut the hell up because I don’t want to go thought that mess again. When I cheat or use improper form they correct me immediately and add an extra rep to my sets but to make me start over and over and over until I get it right…………..UGH! That was murder
As I type this I’m feeling the soreness in my triceps and delts. Now this is how I’m suppose to feel when I worked out! When it comes to muscle gain my motto is the classic “No pain! No gain” motto. I need to be pushed and not babied. When it comes to lifting weights I need a Drill Sergeant not a babysitter. Brian and Kevin worked me like a Drill Sergeant and that’s what I need! Not to mention that it didn’t cost me anything. So starting next week I’m going to lift weights with them on Tuesday and Friday. I think I’m going to stop using my personal trainer and keep my money to myself because he’s too soft on me. Being soft or too easy just doesn’t work. Especially for a woman like myself.
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