Oh holy fuck.
So, I've spent the last 5 days going to the gym every night.
First time since the car accidents.
To be honest, these have probably been my first REAL workouts in 7 years.
I got to college and got lazy.
Yeah, I went to the gym, but mostly to walk on the track and stare at the eye candy.
But all that has changed.
I have spent at least 1 hr in the gym every night.
Most nights (3 of the 5) it was 2 hours.
The schedule is as follows:
Mon - biceps, triceps, chest, back
Tues - cardio only
Wed - quads, hamstrings, calves, abs
Thurs - cardio only
Fri - biceps, triceps, chest, back
Sat - cardio only
Sun free day
The next week, you pick up where you left off. So Mon, I will be on quads, hamstrings, calves and abs again.
This is WONDERFUL in that I feel better than I have in years, I have more energy, I feel like I'm really accomplishing something and I've already lost a decent amount of weight. Yes, I know probably half of it was water weight, but some of it was definitely fat.
Here's the problem:
I CANT HARDLY MOVE.
My muscles are SO SORE that I can't even squat onto the damn toilet.
I HURT. HURT. HURT. I was in two severe car accidents in the last six months. A broken hip, a mangled ankle, bruises that would make boxers blush. And yet even those two massive impacts didn't hurt as much as working out does days later.
It's a good pain. It tells me I actually DID something in the gym and that my muscle is actually rebuilding itself. Becoming less atrophied from the months of wheelchair, crutches, cane and hobbling. But sweet Jesus, can I please pee in peace?? My abs ache so badly that I cry when I laugh.
This gets easier, right?
It's been so long since I've actually worked out to this extent that I can't remember.