Day 3: Why I’m here.
Before the sun comes up, the dumbbell must come up. In various ways. Fly, Curl, Kickback, Repeat. Do some other iteration, repeat. Five more variations and repeat.
I am working my shoulders, biceps, and triceps. This is why I’m here. I want Tony to give me my arms back. By the end of 50 minutes, I can’t lift them. I feel aches in areas I forgot I had. A good thing demonstrated by my veins, already brought to life on the bicep, the underside of my forearms, and the anterior shoulder.
Imagine myself this summer with arms. I will be the talk of the forty/fiftysomethings. Vanity is what I fought for today. That’s not a bad thing.
After the bodybuilding, I do the Ab Ripper X. I almost finish a couple of exercises. That’s better than my first try on day one. Progress, progress, progress.
I still hate life but I imagine it passing.