I mentioned I was starting a new lifting program. It's been a week and thus far... hmm... I'm not sure how I feel about it. It's a lot, but it's good because I need it. But it's a lot of reps and a lot of sets for some lifts and that's frustrating for me because in my ignorant state it doesn't feel like I'm doing myself as much good if I've got the weight down low enough that I can finish a total of 51 squats in 5 sets. That said, I have absolute trust that Tara knows what she's doing. I have a lot to learn about how lifting works, and I'm willing at this time to just have faith that there's a master plan in the works.
On Friday after my session I felt weak and pathetic and woefully clumsy and lamented that I was always going to be flabby.
On Saturday after my session I had a tiny bit of a high, and wasn't really worried that I was flopping around like a goldfish on the carpet while trying to do v-ups.
I don't think anything really changed from one day to the next. I think, like in climbing, you have strong days and weak days and sometimes you feel good and sometimes bad, and often these things have little to do with one-another.
Perhaps not exciting, but it's only been a week.