My triceps, they are killing me.
I've been lifting weights again. I am hardcore. HARDCORE, I SAY! And my triceps are paying for it. Wait, triceps are the muscles under your arms, right?
So anyway, my triceps are apparently weak-ass bitches, because they ache like a mofo and my biceps? Laugh at their agony. My biceps are like, "DAMMIT, triceps, that was nothing! Feel the burn! Embrace the pain! Microtears are your friends, and you'll be stronger for them!"
In response, my triceps cower in the corner and whimper.
I was basically doing backwards rows. Wait, I just realized - I have no idea what the hell I'm talking about. I don't know the terminology. I was essentially doing the backstroke while holding 10-pound weights in each hand. What is that called? (My triceps: "Stupidity!") Is that a row? Or is it a fly? At any rate, it was difficult to finish those 20 reps (and I did two sets!) and by the end I could envision the lactic acid coursing through my body. Mmm, acid.
Oh, and I'm also on this kick where I'm doing situps. I know, I know - what the hell? What is that about? I hate abdominal exercises. But I just got this weird idea that it would be cool to be able to do 100 situps.
Right now I can do 20. Go ahead and laugh. I would, except I'm in too much pain from them and my sides might very well explode if I did laugh. So I'll just chuckle.
You, on the other hand, can guffaw.