For the past three weeks, I’ve been lifting weights for the
first time in my life. In a never-ending
quest to get stronger and have more endurance for the 2014 World Championships,
I have begun a weight training program.
Our son, Danny, who has been weight training since he was part of the
swim team in high school, has been my coach.
He designs my workouts and posts them to a Google Doc that we share. I do some training every night, varying the
type of workout from one day to the next.
Yesterday, Danny didn’t get a workout written before I got
to the gym. I felt as if I was
floundering a bit, but decided to just repeat what I had done the week
before. However, to my surprise, I noticed
that the workout was significantly easier than it had been the previous
week. Shock and surprise! I guess it’s starting to work.
This being Thanksgiving week and all, I’m expecting that my
workouts will need to be somewhat abbreviated later in the week, so tonight I’m
going back to the gym and work out some more.
Sometimes, by the night’s end, I hear the sounds of “Rocky”
playing in the mind as I feel as if I’m getting just a little stronger every
time I lift.
My gym is connected to an online system where you can go in
and look at the workouts you have completed, the amount of weight lifted, and
an evaluation of your form. It’s based
on whether you are lifting too fast or touching down on the weights in between
reps. They also put a little chart on
the sign in page indicating how much you have lifted in terms of how many “elephants”
you’ve done.
As of yesterday, I'm up to 14 elephants! Inconsequential data, I
realize, but a very visual representation of one’s progress.
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