Endorphins Working out can hurt Endorphins overload me Pain and rush, so good Gains Just one last rep, man Lactic acid overdrive But what gains I make Weight The weight of my world Bench press, squats, rows, curls, pull ups Take my cares away
Sweat on brow Lactic acid burning Muscles straining Joints and ligaments Crying out Such wonderful pain These moments Bring me back to life In its absence
Today was chest day in my 4-day body split workout (Back/Chest/Shoulders/Arms). My workout for each body part changes each time to dupe muscle memory (so the muscles don’t get used to the range of motion and stress), but here’s the routine I did for chest, today.
So the week of rest is over, and I’m back into working out. And my left arm still hurts…
It’s been three days since my last workout. I’m lying on the lounge, checking Twitter. Alpha Girl enters and does a double-take. “Hey,” she says. “Aren’t you supposed to be doing 500 push ups or something, by now?”
“I’m having a week off,” I reply.
“So, you’re resting your arm?”
“As a matter of fact, yes.”
“Good. It’s about time you used your brain for something other than being stupid, or upset with yourself. Are you intending to lie around all week?”