Weighty Matters

The workouts continue at the gym.  Both of us are seeing interesting results.  Darwin is getting thick, ropey veins on his arms, the sort that makes nurses and phlebotomists clap their hands with joy.  For some reason, I'm not getting them, even though I lift just as often as he does.  Maybe my skin is thicker.

Darwin is getting some very nice definition.  (Yow!)  So am I, actually.  My sleeves are tighter.  When I stand with my arms at my sides, my arms press against my chest (and vice versa).  Pretty soon I'll develop the gunslinger walk all the pro lifters have.  :)

But the most telling moment came two days ago.  I went shopping for a dehumidifier to clear the damp from the basement.  I asked a clerk for directions and she sent all the way back to the farthest corner of the mega-store.  There were three or four models, and like most Americans, I picked the middle on.  It's a little over three feet tall and built like a mini-fridge.  I suddenly realized I hadn't grabbed a cart.  I sighed.  My choices were to go all the way to the front of store, grab a cart, come all the way to the back of the store, and push the dehumidifier all the way to the front of the store again; or I could carry the thing to the front.

I pulled it off the shelf.  The thing was HEAVY.  I could feel it.  But I was lifting it with ease.  No trouble, no strain.  As I carried it to the cash register, I kept expecting to get tired or feel strain.  Nope.  It was no trouble at all.  At the register, the clerk asked if I wanted to cart to carry it out to the car.  "No, thanks," I said, and carried it off.

Real world applications to the gym!  :)

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