Thursday, May 16, 2013
I just said I was going to get ready for work, so I'll make this quick.
I got my husband to agree before he left town to take pictures when he returned for the BLC if I get selected for a team. One of them will be a picture of me trying to flex my left arm! It's not horrific... don't picture a tiny little shriveled thing. But I hadn't even realized until I signed up for the BLC that I couldn't flex it anymore. I did realize it was soft and weak in comparison to my right arm.
I have cervical disc degeneration, so I have significant pain on the left side of my neck down to my fingers. I've been babying that arm for years. I guess I didn't realize how much. So for the last several weeks, since I joined the BLC mailing list, I've also been doing 160 wall push ups every single day. Wide arms, deep lean, straight back, with a clap in between every single one. The clap isn't too look impressive - it's to get the weight off my wrists and to give me something to count off of.
I feel kind of proud of myself for this. My friend Pascal said the other day that working out gives you bragging rights. Yes. It does. So I have a weak arm. Yes, I look lopsided in exercise classes - and quit every class I ever started because of this arm, because I can't move in a coordinated manner. I can't dance. I can't lift two dumbbells at the same time. But I can do 160 wall pushups. And I am proud of it. Hell yes, I am.