My poor arms

Training today hurt….

Chest and biceps is, I think, a man’s workout and thus I hate it.

The first few exercise were incredibly painful and although Trevor has not been loading the bar of late it was still a brutal way to start the day. Things went rapidly downhill from there and successive exercises became harder and harder until we hit the biceps part of the routine.

Biceps are a part of a training routine that most guys love. Grab a bar, throw on some weights and pump out sets of curls until your arms are smoking and your t-shirt no longer fits. However, I loath them and my granny can probably curl more than I can. I try to visualise my arms exploding (a la Arnie) but all I get is a constant message going from my guns to my brain saying, isn’t it leg day yet…someone once told me – you build a foundation from the ground up and ever since them I have really hit my leg work-outs hard.

After the work-out I went home, made a protein shake and sat on the sofa feeling quite despondent (I couldn’t even play Playstation as I was in so much pain…). By tea time my arms were still aching so I gave up on the day and retired to the pub (for a diet coke....)

Philip