Should an Ectomorph visit the GYM?
My First day at the Gym
Very recently, I have been undergoing some pressure to join a “gang”.
Option A: The Beard Gang
Feeling energized, I rushed to my check whether some strands might have started to spring up, but on getting to my chin, reality dawned on me. Immediately, I knew only a miracle would secure me a place in that gang because of the inevitable baldness that doth befall my chin.
Option B: Team Fitfam
Then again, not giving up I went all out for The FitFam team.
Excited by the limitless opportunities this would provide me *winks*, I quickly rushed to meet one of the “buff-est” guys in my college to ask when the next Gyming session would be, so I could follow them.
The suffering begins
Not minding that the day before I played football on a monkey-post platform (a mini-football setting consisting of about 3–7 players and a small post).
Scoring about 3 goals in total, sending some defenders back to space (Gosh!, I always knew I had it in me…LOL). I ignored the resulting pain from the match and followed them the next day to the gym. Unfortunately, I got a bit delayed and only met them after they were done with bench presses.
Not giving up, I immediately jumped in to do some curls which seemed so easy by the way, well they were only 10–15KG. After doing 5 sets of 10 (curls), I spotted a lady doing some squats (I thought to myself, Oh my! so much struggle…) little did I know I was going to have to do some myself.
Now the guys went from 60kg up to about 100kg. Doing 10 sets of each, with one guy doing about 15 of 90kg. I was just there by the side with my skinny figure squatting 16kg…feeling gingered I did about 30, 25 in quick succession. Before I finally did 2 sets of 20 squatting 12kg.
It was time to walk to our hostel and I soon noticed that I was having leg seizures, not wanting to embarrass myself I feigned stability and got to my hostel safe.
Now, through the rest of the day, I felt like I had torn all the tiny muscles in my system…sitting down became synonymous to a COLLAPSE, going down the stairs was like letting a trailer loose on a downward slope, hugging the one girl I liked *winks* (actually it should be one of the …) became a task. As if that was not enough, when I woke up on Monday, it was like they had exchanged all the blood in my system for cement!
I write this post still feeling pains in my arms. But, I learnt a few things which I would like to share:
- Don’t be quick to say someone is LUCKY: Then (some 6 years ago) after being taught somatic types in P.H.E., I usually concluded that the ripped guys were “lucky” because they were “born” MESOMORPHS. Now I know, it takes hardwork to get termed — Lucky.
- Don’t envy anyone, everyone has different journeys: Now that I type this, it dawned on me that some of them have babes that would help them in massage, they don’t have classes today so they can take the time to rest etc…but here I am, in tears, struggling to complete this post.
- Success is not a secret: The keys to success are freely available many simply decide not to pick them up. Same with being buff, the steps to getting there are clearly laid out, it is now up to me (and you) to choose to be consistent or give up after the first (near death) experience.
- Girls are a good source of motivation: Supposing the girl was not there I wouldn’t have felt the need to outperform myself by squatting more than my size…LOL.
- I am not going back THERE!!! (only time would tell…)
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