I'm Just Glad to Be Back in the Weight Room

The good news is that I have been working out again. The bad news is that I feel older than I was when I last consistently lifted.

I remember the peak of my “strength” being when I could throw four plates (405 pounds) on my back and squat out several reps before I had to rack them. This was roughly eight years ago.

I remember wanting to be in the 1,000 pound club in high school. This meant the ability to one rep max 1,000 pounds between bench press, squats and deadlifts. I was probably good for about 750 between the three exercises. I remember kids my age being able to lift twice the amount of weight that I could at the time.

Though I never reached that goal, I was able to move a decent amount of weight in the past. Today, not so much.

The thought of putting 405 pounds on my back is officially no longer appealing. The reason? I don’t want to snap anything!

My days of thinking that I am immortal are long gone. It’s all about self-preservation these days.

You may see me squatting about 225 at the most, but that is okay. The important thing is that I am exerting myself.

I cannot begin to express how much lifting weights has helped my brain. It is therapy for me.

I have almost established a three day routine. I hope to add another day to that. The main thing is consistency and not going into hiding when the temperatures drop.

I like the way that I feel after lifting weights. I believe that it is good for me both mentally and physically, despite the fact that I am weaker than I was when I was younger.

Lastly... It's my birthday!!! (October 5)