What is a girl who is 34 weeks pregnant, gained 46 lbs, has swollen ankles, erratic charlie horses, killer varicose veins doing in a gym?
Lifting weights of course!
And scaring the tar out of everyone else there. I’m convinced they think I’m going to explode.
I will readily admit my weight lifting routines are a far cry from what they used to look like.
And I’m totally OK with that.
The best description of what I’m doing to lift weights right now would be classified as “old school”. I look like those older guys at the gym who do the tried and true moves they’ve used for forty years (minus all the grunting, hairy back, and using far too heavy of weights).
Here are some examples starting at the top:
I find myself using both free weights and machines just for variety’s sake. I also sit a lot more when doing upper body moves in order support my back and to catch my breath a little faster.
Although no one will make eye contact with me because they are sure my water is going to break at any given time and they don’t want anything to do with that, lifting those weights still in empowering. I figure that it also is a regular reminder to those muscles of what is coming after my body has adequately healed and I am not leaking from multiple orifices: killer workouts.
Man, I’m getting excited.