Accept Your Flowers
I'm sitting here watching Seinfeld on a Friday night, just ate a bowl of popcorn - this has become my new weekday ritual. I had been thinking about something that happened recently, for a couple days now, and figured it would be a good thing to write about: Accept your flowers. I was working out one morning - it was lower body day, had hip thrusts on the menu. I like to refer to my exercises for the day as "on the menu" lol - i don't know, seems cool. Anyway i loaded the bar, had four plates on each side. That's a total of 405 pounds. I believe i had to do 3 sets of 5 reps that day. My newest gym friend, B, was nearby wrapping up her workout, finishing with abs. We were laughing, cutting up, then i hopped into my first set. She was watching, like you would your child performing a new gymnastics move you two have been practicing for a while; watching for form, completion, waiting to congratulate after nailing it. I went in, hit 5 solid reps, one after the other. I ...