I need to train with heavy weights!
Suddenly, yesterday morning, in the midst of a sweaty bootcamp session, it hit me: I loooove to train heavy. Not that I don't enjoy bootcamp and all of the conditioning and the skyrocketed heart rate and the legs-so-sore-I-can't-walk-straight feeling. I love all that.
But there's something unparalleled about the push of heavy weights. When you push them away from you, the gravity of them hits you back and snugs you right into that bench. And your focus intensifies. You frown. You set your jaw. You engage all of the muscle fibres you can possibly engage, and the weight does your bidding: it moves. You repeat this process ten, twelve times or so, and your body begins to fatigue. You push against that tiredness, recruiting more muscle fibres in an effort to keep going. And finally, when you can't push them up once more, you plunk those dumbbells down - hard - because you earned it. The blood engorges your arms, fills you up, and makes you feel tired but somehow invincible. You look in the mirror and see that vein in your bicep bulging. You shake your arms, roll your shoulders. Sip some water. And wait for that next set to take you back to that feeling of blissful agony.
Heavy day tomorrow. :)
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