Damn, it feels good to lift.
Since starting this blog, I’ve run a marathon, done over sixty-thousand burpees, developed well-defined abs, won summer league finals playing Ultimate Frisbee, rowed on the stationary rower the equivalent of the distance to Pittsburgh from New York, and a few other active things.
But I haven’t lifted weights in that time. Except I have a few times lately, and, man, does it feel good. “Soreness and exhaustion feel great!”
Not since graduate school, when I last played Ultimate competitively, have I lifted. I’ve liked the challenge of finding exercises that need no equipment, like burpees, crunches, and inverted rows I can do under my counter top.
I’m testing the waters about making a regular habit of it (not likely a sidcha because of the needs for equipment and finding a gym I like). But man it feels good to do some deadlifts, squats, bench presses, overhead presses, lat pull-downs, and a few others.
Writing here attaches some public accountability, which should help motivate me.
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