The Battle of the Bulge Begins
The prodigal daughter returns....to the gym!
After ONE YEAR away, I went back to the gym to try the Sculpting class. I was immediately intimidated by my classmates who were in their 40s and 50s but had tight firm bodies. I hung in the back, with my bench and teeny dumbbells. Those slow and pump reps burned my muscles, awakened from a long deep slumber. After one hour, the muscle in my left knee was quivering badly and my leg was shaking. I only tried to drop one rep from a set at a time, because the teacher (who looked like the goddess woman, if Angelina Jolie and Lisa Bonet had a baby together) would give me the evil eye if I stopped.
It felt good though. I limped away feeling a bit lighter and proud of myself for not giving up.
After ONE YEAR away, I went back to the gym to try the Sculpting class. I was immediately intimidated by my classmates who were in their 40s and 50s but had tight firm bodies. I hung in the back, with my bench and teeny dumbbells. Those slow and pump reps burned my muscles, awakened from a long deep slumber. After one hour, the muscle in my left knee was quivering badly and my leg was shaking. I only tried to drop one rep from a set at a time, because the teacher (who looked like the goddess woman, if Angelina Jolie and Lisa Bonet had a baby together) would give me the evil eye if I stopped.
It felt good though. I limped away feeling a bit lighter and proud of myself for not giving up.
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