I am not one for weights.
In fact, I’m that girl that only goes to the gym to run roughly 3-4 miles on the treadmill or elliptical before walking back out to my car in glorified, red-faced pride (my skin is pale and I get red-faced with even the minimal amount of physical exertion, don’t laugh at me).
But, during the Easter Weekend, the gym was a veritable ghost town, which meant that I could make a complete fool of myself on the weight-training machines without worrying about the uber-fit people around me to critique my every flaw in their minds.
So, I worked on my arms and core with various machines in four reps of ten . . . which seemed pretty good for a noob like me.
I didn’t even hurt.
BUT NOW I DO.
I GOD, DO I FEEL THE PAIN.
FUCK YOU MUSCLES WHAT DID I EVER DO TO YOU I AM SO SORRY PLEASE STOP MAKING ME CRY