Why is it......

Every single time a woman tweaks something the first thing out of a man's mouth is something along the lines of "it must have been too heavy?"

Last week at work, I was stupid enough to help move some boxes and the first thing I hear is to watch my back.  Well, lifting/carrying 50 pounds or so ain't nothing - it was a few of the guys turning purple moving less than I was.  With a hand truck.  Next time I'll watch.  And giggle.  Because isn't giggling what girls are supposed to do?

Yesterday when I'm squatting some child wants to tell me I could squat more if I didn't go so deep.  Hmmmm.  Let me think about that.  I'm knocking off reps at 175 pounds and getting ass to calves every single time.  He has 225 on the bar and if I used so little leg drive on my push press I'd be hearing shit about it.  How about fuck you skinny boy?  Three inches of knee movement isn't a squat.  And you look stupid in that belt by the way.

I tweaked my shoulder squatting last night.  Yes.  You read that right.  I tweaked my shoulder squatting.  Only me.  I know.  NO the weight was NOT too heavy.  Yes, I know exactly how to rack a fucking bar.  I'm a klutz.  I run into things.  I often have unexplained bruises to prove it.  And that is what I did.  I ran right into the nice peg I should have rested the bar on.  Hard.  It sucked.   And I did 3 more sets after that.  Because I could.

Sure, I shouldn't still be hurting tonight after that.  But it was the LEFT shoulder.  And as we all know, the left side is the broken side.  Thank that asshole that rear ended me and caused the spinal fracture 19 years, 10.5 months ago.  Dumb random shit can cause a level of pain that just makes no sense unless you have lived it.  Like I do.  Every. Single. Day.  I don't know what it is like to spend a day without pain.  Sometimes it is dull.  Sometimes I consider amputating the offending part.  But I NEVER let it hold me back.  I may pause once and awhile like I did tonight but that was only because it was shoulder day.  I did a few handstand push ups, determined I will be just fine tomorrow so I might as well wait until I can kill the workout and took tonight off.  No meds.  No doctors.  No whining.

So why am I blogging about it?  That is sorta whining right?  I'd call it venting.  Please refer back to the first sentence.  Want to know how many times I have heard that today?  Too bad none of them will lift with me.  Pussies.

I'm over it.  I am over these dumbass boys and their pathetic egos.  There are women out there that can lift far more than you.  And I am not nearly as strong as I will be.  I will never be out worked.  Out gutted.  While you are running for Advil, I'm doing one more set.  Thanks for the motivation.  The fuel I need.  The days I fall into that West Coast depression I have something to fall back on.



To "not" understand or embrace the body's limitations from a physical or mental aspect is an injustice to the soul and its creator.  We must find a way to exploit our vulnerabilities.  We must find a way to dissect our weaknesses.  For how are we to know our true potential? - Mark Gingrich, Founder, HTFU