I skipped the gym yesterday.... work and laziness and climbing plans conspired against me, and I just didn't get a chance. Then I went to the climbing gym in the evening, and I swear, sometimes it feels like I'm making negative progress.
But this is not what this is about! See the title? It says "Happy Dance", not "Self-Pitying Shuffle"
This post is about the fact that I did do my workout today, and I did chest and triceps (which I was supposed to do yesterday). Given my bench press devirginisation last week, I was determined that I was going to add them into this week, but instead of doing them after all my other chest lift, I was going to pack them in there, almost at the very start. So just before the last set of my push ups, I saw Hamishopoulos (yes, he's getting called that because none of you slackers gave me any better suggestions) and he said he'd spot me for the presses if I wanted. Groovy.
I got settled under the bar, and did a couple of presses, adjusted a little according to Ham's directions, did another... I was thinking that it didn't feel too bad at that point, but that last time I seemed to be going strong before absolute meltdown. I did more... I did a total of 10! 10 bench presses! Ham asked how many it was. "It was 10!" I told him, "And honestly, it felt like I might've been able to do more."
So we put two teeny little weights on the bar (I think a startling 5 lbs total... oooooh). And then I banged off another 10. And final set of another 10!
Yes, the weight is small, but given it's all still fresh to me, I feel like a superstar.