A while back, I decided that I wanted to give my oft neglected arms a little more attention. I did a weight lifting program 3 times a week (sometimes at the gym, sometimes at home) for a month. It yielded some results, but they were not visible to the untrained eye. Next, I took on the 30 Day Shred. Even though it’s not arm-specific, it’s a program designed to tone and it has plenty of arm-y goodness. I diligently did the Shred 6 days a week for 3 weeks. I fully intended to work the program for another week, but then Stephen came home from the field, I lost my resolve and my focus. (Excuses, excuses – I know.) Next week I start half marathon training (huzzah!), so here ends my attempt at buff Mrs. Obama-esque arms.
Two months ago:
I gotta say, there was a moment when I was looking in the mirror and I managed to flex, and I saw a teeny baby bicep appear. It was a good feeling. The changes are probably only apparent to me or people who stare at my arms all the time. (I’m not sure who those people would be, but if they exist, I’m sure they noticed!)
Despite some visual improvement, I still don’t notice any change in my strength. I’d still describe my arms as being a la T-rex (aka useless). I can’t all of a sudden carry many grocery bags or pick up Geronimo. (For the record, he is 65+ pounds; that’s a lotta dog.) I think to see those kinds of gains, I’d have to give myself more time to consistently work on my arms. I could do that. I just don’t want to. I miss running. I miss speeding through my stress. I miss getting in that quality time with Geems and the morning and the mountains. Sure, I could work on my arms and run, but I know myself well enough to know that it wouldn’t last. My work-outs need to be brief, simple. I don’t do well with too many goals or expectations. Maybe I will keep up the arm-work, but for now, I’m happy to shift the focus back to running. Let the pavement pounding commence!