working out.

This week...much happened, much was required, little sleep, lots of movement.
I ran two miles, one at a time. I am bench pressing 1 1/4 pounds. Doesn't sound like much, but it's a lot.
The running is a triumph over boredom...the treadmill being the dullest place in Austin to run...but it's safe and it's therapeutic. I found that watchign the little red dot go around the circle brought out my inner competitor. I want to beat it, go faster, go further. Rah!
The bench press is hard. There is so little muscle in my left arm, that lifting that tiny weight is like lifting 100 pounds for most people. I have to take a deep breath, will my nerve to wake up, so it can wake up my muscle, urge it up, up up. When I get the weight up, all the way, the arm starts to buckle, and it hurts. It feels like it's about to come apart. Then, the pain stops, and I slowly lower the weight, and on the way down, the pain comes back. This time, it's like a sharp stick poking me in the elbow, all the way down. I do three sets of this, as many reps as I can stand. It hurts less each time.