I haven't been blogging much this fall because my new grad class is sucking up about 325% of the creative energy I have on offer, so it was only a few posts ago that I was telling you about getting strong for science. We're in week 8 now, and it's been fantastic. For the most part, it's been exactly the right degree of hard, and I've seen a bunch of encouraging progress.
One of the forms my progress has taken is this: I rarely get sore. I work out until I am about to fall over, but then I eat my protein and get enough rest and I'm pretty much good to go. Rarely, however, is different from never.
Usually during our workouts I'm the last participant finished. (I have been telling myself that it's because I'm dedicated and persevering and my trainer Steven wants to keep pushing me closer to my ceiling, but I suppose it's possible that I'm just slow.) There were a few weeks in a row that Steven had originally planned for us to use the adductor machine and we wound up doing extra sets of squats or Romanian deadlifts or leg press instead. He kept scratching that last exercise from the plan because we were bumping up against our time limit.
Yesterday he had me work my adductors closer to the beginning of the workout. "Haven't done this in a while," I commented. Three sets, 12 reps each, 95 pounds: it felt heavier than the last time we'd used that machine, but no big deal. Today, though, those muscles are aflame. "Huh," I keep thinking as I move through the day, "what do you know? A person needs adductors for that too!"
Did you cross your legs today? Thank your adductors! Did you sit cross-legged without grimacing? This also requires happy adductors. Even when I am just walking around I can feel them grumbling at me.
Let's hope I am doing a little less limping tomorrow.
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