Skip to main content

"That is Awesome"

Ugghhh....it is so nasty and cold and rainy outside-I just wanna curl up in some comfy clothes and read a book or watch TV all day! But I gotta go to work. I don't even wanna step foot outside!

I dropped my husband off at work earlier(he still can't drive with his injured knee and elbow), and got my workout in there(he's an assistant manager at another gym-not the ones I work at). Sometimes it's good working out at a different gym than usual-I just like the different atmosphere.
Anyway, I did shoulders and tris today. I was doing my last two sets of dumbbell presses, and when I was finished doing a set of 6 with 35's, this guy goes, "That is just awesome that you can do that!" I love comments like that! Guys in the gym don't expect to see little ol' me picking up 35 or 40 pound dumbbells!

I don't know about you guys, but I am usually the only woman lifting heavy at the gym. I know us girls here in blogger's world are heavy lifters, but in real life I think it's pretty rare to find women really lifting heavy. I've been to a LOT of different gyms, and I've maybe once or twice seen a woman lifting heavy weights, besides myself.

The women are usually all on the cardio machines, or using the adductor/abductor machine, or maybe doing some ab exercises.... it drives me crazy. I wish the weight room would be filled with women! Maybe someday! :)

Comments

  1. That is cool! Hey, I'd be in there with you lifting heavy weights : )

    ReplyDelete
  2. I workout in a gym that is in the center of a fancy schmancy neighborhood complex. And I go at around 9 am. Yea - I am usually the ONLY one in the free weights area. The rest of the members at that time are the "desperate housewives" rich types chatting on their phones while walking at 2.0 on the treadmill. Whatever floats your boat I guess but I, too, would LOVE seeing more women pumping iron :)

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Putting My Heart Out There

Hey guys. Here's where we're at right now: Matt finished his radiation treatments last week. Did they help? I don't know. He's sleeping a lot more. Having trouble chewing and swallowing. Not eating much. Not talking much, at least not in full sentences. It's just been a slow, steady decline for the last few months. I think it was really too late for radiation....But who knows, maybe it is delaying things. We went in last Tuesday for his infusion and talked with his neuro-oncologist about everything that we've been seeing with Matt, and he decided that we're at the point now where we should discontinue treatments...I feel like it's the right decision, even though it breaks my heart knowing that there is nothing else we can do. But I feel like we've done everything. All the supplements, the diet, the chemo, the radiation... Matt has fought hard. He never gave up hope. He kept the faith. He never complained through any of this. Not once did I hea
People always said That time would heal the pain But how can that be When mine still remains? The tears still fall At just the thought of you So I know that what they say Just can't be true As the years go by I miss you so much still  No matter how much time passes I know I always will How are you not here To ease my hurting heart? Never could I have imagined We would ever be apart My world has been shattered A piece of me is gone And all I can do is pray For strength to live on I know that one day soon I will see you again I just have to try to suffer through And make it until then

Why?

Why? Why do I care so much?  Why do I make sure they brush their teeth at night so that they don't get cavities? Why do I spend my own money to buy them clothes, toys and decorate their rooms, among other things?  Why do I do 5,000 loads of laundry a week to make sure they have clothes to wear to school? Why do I make sure they go to church on Sundays so that they'll be raised to know about Jesus? Why do I try to give them chores and responsibilities so that they will turn out to be decent human beings? Why do I read them a bedtime story at night, even when I'm exhausted? Why do I clean up after them constantly and cook for them and try to always have healthy snacks and food on hand? Why do I go to their sports games and practices, just to feel like the odd man out standing there awkwardly with their bio mom? Why do I give 100% of myself and make so many sacrifices for children I didn't birth? Only to be insulted and told hurtful things? To be made to feel like I'm