So, I started Asylum over. I got to Day 2, two weeks ago, then a whole bunch of family crap happened. Long story short, I ended up taking a "rest week" last week. When I started back at Asylum on Monday, I was better and stronger than ever--'rest week', eh? Who knew that it would've done me good?!
So, Strength, Day 2, repeat:
HOLY TACOTRUCK, people. I don't know if i just wussed out on this last week, or what, but this time, Day 2 kicked me right in the butt and left a footprint. I used 15s this time (i used 10s last week), and honestly, I could have used 20s, but i have this inate fear of dropping weights on my head. Particularly during moves such as halos, and skull crushers. Another thing is, they're really hard to handle. I mean, the devil...um, Shaun T. I mean....has us holding them by the weight, rather than the grip (does that make sense)? and i feel like my hand doesn't have a good enough hold on it. I need to get some gloves.
Anywho...I was totally ripped up yesterday. Shaun T KILLED me. And everytime I thought, "I just can't do anymore," he'd come through, loud and clear saying, "You CAN do this!" I don't know if he actually knows at which point people are going to die or what, but he always says the right thing at the right time.
I finished strong, and sweaty, and proud of myself.
Today, my hands hurt from holding weights.
Can't wait for today's workout!!!
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