I’m sore.
That’s a good thing. I am getting stronger, faster and better. But dang, my shoulders ache. And burn. And hurt.
At one point, I was thinking, “I’m too old for this…” But I’m not. The very reason I look as young as I do is because I get up and bust my keister in the morning.
We were inside today (I was overdressed but did manage to pull off a few layers). Coach Neil and Trahan baked our chest muscles and shoulders during the first and second stations. Neil had us doing bench presses. I used to be REALLY good at bench pressing. But two torn rotator cuffs later, not so much. But we did three sets of 12. And then did the same with incline. Poke me in the tit. I will cry.
Coach Trahan had us doing dive-bomber pushups, squats and planks. We were timed. I have a feeling we’ll revisit this circuit. Coach Richard has us do a Gauntlet/Circuit training. Box jumps, pushups, sit-ups, weighted jumping jacks. And then in between, boom, we ran two laps of the Gauntlet.
Coach Clark made us feel the burn. I am not even going to recount what he did. I don’t want to relive it.
Life continues to beat the hell out of me. But I go and fight back every morning.
I could give up. I could get mad. I could do a lot of things. We all have choices. I am choosing to live.