For the most part, my workouts this week have been really fun and challenging.  I have decided to actively increase my weights.  I want to start lifting harder and stronger.  Of course, I don't want to injure myself, so I'll have to be careful.  One thing I'm doing is trying to stay in tune with my body and cut down on my reps if I need to.  If I know I'm increasing my weight, I'm being careful not to push myself too hard with the reps.  This week, I've cut some off at 10 or even 8.  12 reps is my goal, but I know I can gradually increase up to 12 before moving up to a higher weight.

It has been very exciting to see myself progressing with the weights.  I think for awhile there I was starting to feel a little stagnant, and then I hurt my shoulder a bit and was decreasing.  My side was also sore at one point, so I found myself holding steady.  

This week I've been able to increase, and I'm not feeling any weird injury-type feelings.  Yes, I'm a little sore.  Yesterday and the day before it was a little achey to walk, especially after I had been sitting for awhile, but I went in and worked out today, and I think it actually helped my sore muscles.  I warmed them up and really got the blood flowing through them, and I'm feeling much better now.  Yay!

So I'm super stoked.  I did have a fairly sluggish run yesterday.  I got held up at a stop light and it slowed down my pace, and I don't ever think I got back on track after that.  I tried to give myself permission to just slow down and enjoy the run, but it was pretty brisk outside.  My eyes kept watering.  I don't know; it just wasn't my best run ever.  But, it was a run, and I think it helped get my day started.  And I practically fell into bed last night and slept pretty hard.  I know that run really helped me get a better night of sleep.

So, something I was thinking about today at the gym (I always picture Homer Simpson in my head saying "gime" when I think of the word "gym").  Anyhoo!

So I was at the gym.  Doing the stiff-legged deadlifts, which were really hard.  And then I see one of my favorite people in all of the world.  And he's walking over to use one of the tools next to me.  And I start to get that weird socially uncomfortable feeling: oh my gosh, I need to say hi, I need to say something, if I don't say something, will I look rude?

That's when it hits me.  I'm at the freakin' gym!  People don't have to talk to each other here.  We get in our zones, we do our own thing.  You don't have to have meaningful conversation with every person you know, just because you happen to be working out next to each other.

And then I think, this is why I love the gym.  I can just come here, and just be.  I don't have to do what other people are doing, I don't have to be better than anybody else, I don't have to be witty.  All I have to do is just be me.  Perhaps it would serve me well to try to apply this little lesson in other areas of my life.

So that was my deep thought for the day.  I love the gym.  The end.



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