BFL – Day Three
I woke up this morning in a lot of pain. The muscles on the outside of my arms (commonly known as “guns”) must have misfired during the night and whatever ammo they were packing just plain destroyed any kind of arm contraction ability I used to have. Especially on the right side. The problem with this is that if you want to function properly in the world you need to be able to bring your hands to your face and head, even if it’s to do mundane things like removing sunglasses, washing your hair or (dare I say it) removing a booger or two.
The second day after a serious workout is always the hardest as far as muscle stiffness goes. I used to believe that the stiffness was caused by lactic acid left in the muscle, however after doing some reading online this is apparently not true. The lactic acid breaks down glucose or something like that and the soreness you feel is because you’ve basically micro-torn your muscles by exerting them. This is what causes them to grow, which is why when you’re weight training for muscle growth, you really want to push yourself to the point where you can’t lift the weight anymore.
So day three saw me visiting Kyle for another weight training session and this time we worked on my legs. I am pretty happy with today’s workout because while I did some hectic exercises that had me walking around feeling like I was on somebody else’s pins, I don’t feel anywhere near as sore in the legs as I immediately did in the arms after the upper body workout on Monday. Everyone tells me to wait for Friday, the second day after, for that pain to begin. I don’t think it will be anything like what I am feeling today in the triceps. I hope. Otherwise I am in for a helluva weekend.
I got a little bit hungry this afternoon at about 6pm, but I think that probably had more to do with the fact that the family were having lamb chops for dinner with some other interesting options. At 6.30pm I had my left-over mince and whole-wheat pasta from last night. Tomorrow will be petty difficult – the wife’s family are coming over for an evening of breyani. Damn. Time to roll more visions of pristine beaches and swimsuit models as motivation…
