Well, I don't know about you, but now it takes a lot for me to get sore. When I first started to lift weights, I was sore just about every day. I love love LOVE being sore. It get's me excited. I don't know why, but it does. Boot camp exercises always make me sore and I love it!
The first time I tried boot camp work outs was about three or four years ago. Billy Blank's boot camp videos were awesome. I did the 1 hour beginner, the 30 minute ab workout, and the 1 hour advance workout one right after the other. I wasn't sore nor tired at the end of it all.
The next day was a different story. When I woke up, I had something in my eyelash and I was going to brush it off. Up went my right arm and then I felt it. My entire arm was sore. Then I tried to move my left arm and the same feeling. Entirely sore! I was going to try and get up, but then I felt that my abdomens were sore like insanity. I was then going to turn my body using my legs to get out of bed. Then I felt the best pain of all. Sore legs. I don't know what it is about being sore that arouses me so much. It gets me anxious to do stuff. I want to move and flex so I can feel the soreness because there is no other pain like it. Seriously. Explain some other pain that feels like being sore. So great.
So it took me about an hour or two to get out of bed. I had to roll my body to the edge of the bed and then drop my legs down. I felt like jelly all over and one ounce of trying to flex hurt tremendously. SO GOOD! Mmmm.
During the day I got used to the sore feeling. My endocrines were kicking in. Or something. It allowed me to tolerate the blah blah blah. Walking and moving were the best part. I would walk like a robot. Not by choice, but my leg could only move so far until it gave up trying to move forward and stopped almost instantly like a robot. Same with the arms.
I used to volunteer to clean my church. So getting there was a new problem. Getting into the Explorer was a challenge. I was shorter then so I practically had to climb into it. GOOD LUCK WITH THAT! I hurt so badly. I had to pull myself up, take huge steps, and then fix my self to sit. Then came the seat belt situation. OH MY GOODNESS! I love being sore, but it started to get ridiculous. Reaching for the seatbelt that was behind me was probably worse than getting out of bed. Turning my torso, moving my right arm, and pivoting my legs just to get a seatbelt! Yes, I was smaller, so all of those movements were required.
Cleaning the church wasn't so bad. We used to have these old old pews that gathered dust like a magnet and one of the jobs was to hit them with a shirt so the dust would come out. It was hilarious because there was no point in it. But being sore and whacking those pews hurt my pecks. It was past the point of annoyance and to the point of where it just made me laugh.
After all of that the end of the day came. I just jumped right into bed and hoped for a better next day.
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