Sore

I'm really sore right now.

We had another day of weight training today. Ryan and I promptly took a 22-pound weight. It was much easier than yesterday, but for some reason I'm more sore than yesterday.

My thighs are sore, my butt is sore (don't ask why, I don't know), and my shoulders are sore. I can barely walk down stairs, let alone sit down. It reminds me of my first few days of cross-country. I remember the days when I was in a similar state where I couldn't sit or do much else. But now I'm achy in more places than usual.

But, after weight training was done, I still felt a bit incomplete. Ironically enough, my buddies invited Ryan and I to go run for a bit. The funny part was, despite all the soreness and stuff, Ryan and I went running. It was quite an interesting decision, but it was good to be with the running group again. It's only been about a week since I last ran, but I miss the whole experience of running and talking and ditching and going to the bathroom and etc. I still don't feel like a part of swimming yet. I'm swimming, I do the weight exercises, I'm there. But I don't feel like I'm part of it yet. I'll give it more time I guess, but so far I'm not feeling it.

But I'm feeling something, something every time I stand up to get something or go to the bathroom. I'll be feeling this something for a few days, but it's okay, because I sorta enjoy the feeling. It feels like I've accomplished something in a way, like I'm actually improving, though it's only been 2 days of weight training.

I put too much thought into this. I'm just happy it's a long weekend this week.

Weight Training

I'm not a terribly strong person.

I'm athletic, I have good endurance in and out of the water, I can do things for a long time, but I can't lift weights.

Well, today in swimming, we lifted weights. The first thing Ryan and I do is reach for the weight that says 20 on it, thinking "Oh, hey, 20 pounds is really light, I can do this!" Well, apparently it actually said 20 kilograms, which is around 44 pounds. I could barely carry it a few steps. All the other ones were gone, except for the wimpy 10-pound weights. Ryan and I were stuck with the 10-pounders.

We went out there and realized that the 10-pound weights were considered for the weaklings, and no one used them. I was honestly embarrassed, so while the team wasn't looking, I swiped another weight (which did not say 20 KG). This one was 33 pounds. I'm/We're really weak, so this was still pretty heavy, but this was all we had.

Lesson: Go for the 22-pound weights.

This weight made me so fatigued that only after 4 repetitions of whatever-in-hell I was doing, I was gasping for mercy. I think Ryan was too. At least we could lift this one though. Well, some nice sophomores let us use their 22-pounder, so we were very happy.

We own the 22-pound weights. I can do this no problem. I was able to all (most) of the exercises without much fatigue. But then they took it back. It really didn't matter because after 30 minutes of enduring this training, it was time to run. Yesss.

Well, I won't go into detail with this part, but I'll say that we passed a crapload of people. That made the whole practice all the much better.

My ass is sore, my arms will be sore, and I'm still missing cross-country, but that's me being sadistic about things. I'm sure after a while I'll really enjoy this season as much as the cross-country season.

But this better get me some goddamn abs.

An OK Monday

If you know me well enough, you'll know I hate Mondays.

I mean I really fucking hate Mondays.

But really, today wasn't bad. It was raining, so I didn't ride my bike to school, which saved energy. English for once wasn't a bitch to sit through. Usually we do some retarded activity to understand a book better or something. One time we had to compare a dog to racism. But surprisingly, today was okay. We watched some Shrek.

Geography I don't care about. It's just a class I'm in, nothing more. It's so easy and stupid that I won't even bother to give any more details.

Math was okay. It's probably the best class of the day for me, especially now Roger moved into it. He's my buddy.

Science. FUCK SCIENCE. I can't accurately describe how boring that class is. Half the time we take notes, which drag on forever. And the other half we take tests. It's bullshit. But today, even though we took notes, it didn't seem to take forever. In fact, the period passed rather quickly today. It was weird. I felt some funky mojo in that classroom, so I was the first one out that door.

French was the worst period of the day. The teacher is a bitch. I know why she's a bitch, but I can't explain it, so I'm not gonna try. We had to do presentations that we basically had no preparation for. My partner and I even made a joke at the end of the presentation, and she didn't get it. In fact, she made a huge point that it didn't make sense to the entire class. She needs to go crawl back under that rock of hers.

Lunch was okay. I had mah-jong club. MAH-JONG IS FOR THE TRUE ASIANS, YO.

Swimming was boring. Everyday it makes me miss the cross-country season. The XC season was the best. All my friends, fun runs, talking, ditching, etc. Now I'm separated from half my friends, and Ryan and I are just swimming because we're swimming. I feel like a fish out of water. I miss you, cross-country.

The day wasn't bad I guess. I hung out for a while after school with my friend, and I went home. All in all, it was decent, I guess. But damn, it was freezing.

Tuesday better not suck.