Stretching, smetching! Is it really necessary? YUP. Yesterday was my first ever workout in a gym/community centre setting (see original post). I went in telling myself not to overdue it. I hadn't done anything truly strenuous since I stopped running months ago. I started off with a 15-minute jog on the indoor track. I barely made it. Cramps that felt like I swallowed molten lava. Sweat oozing out of me like I was running in a typhoon. When I finished the run, my legs almost seized up. The muscles were tighter than Alex Van Halen's snare drum. I tried to walk it off and stretch. A few minutes later, I was able to walk normally.
I then turned my attention to the weights. (This is a sentence I've never written before.) I'm not sure what I should be lifting -- what's too heavy what's too light -- so I just started doing bicep, tricep, shoulder and pectoral exercises. The weight wasn't that heavy but for my first time out I probably overdid it. Okay, not probably, I know I overdid it. My legs are shaky and my arms feel like they're being held together with masking tape.
It feels great, though. Knowing that I've joined a gym and that I'll be exercising three to four times a week makes my adrenaline pump. I don't want a Schwarzenegger look -- I just want to get toned. Let's see if I'm still pumped a few weeks from now.
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