Around Weights
Remember that whole gym thing? Yeah, me too.

I had my first semi-private training session today.
It went… well.
I was told for the first time in my life that I’m a “natural born athlete” which, despite it definitely being the result of some former training with kettlebells, is a pretty big deal for someone who has spent decades cultivating a profound and mutual aversion to gyms and all organized sports.
I met some other “ninjas” and they seemed to like that I throw blades in my spare time, which made me like them more in turn. One of them does trapeze.
And I felt strong, which I feel is noteworthy. I think it was partly the low expectations of it being my first semi-private training session, But I deadlifted one of their heaviest kettlebells, and big burly men were giving me nods of respect for that.
Then, when I was doing dumbbell presses from the floor, my trainer (who gave me just the right amount of attention, enough that I wasn’t lost, but not so much that I felt like he didn’t trust me around the heavy objects.) he showed me that I could actually press more than I realized, and I did. And when my arms started to violently shake, like they would soon give out he told me to do two more. Not one more. Two. And I did. That was a good feeling.

I’ve also found that the only cure for soreness from a workout (other than days and days of rest, but who has time for that?) is another workout, and then a long walk on jelly legs.
Walking on jelly legs across bustling New York streets feel like a high-stakes carnival game.
But I survived that game and, as a result, my muscles are no longer screaming at me, which is kind of them because I’m about to go throw blades for an hour and a half.
Don’t worry, I haven’t escaped their wrath, just postponed it; I’m sure they’ll be pissed as all hell tomorrow.
