I awoke on this dank Sunday morning and headed off to the gym at 8am with a spring in my step. I was gonna do a good ole workout. I stood outside the gym with two other people making me wish I'd say in the van another moment or so since we were waiting for it to be unlocked. After 15 minutes on the treadmill I had done my whole body warm up and for some reason when I walked over to the weights and saw one man looking over, I simply picked up two 10kg dumbbell sand set right about dumbbell pressing them without a warm up for the set. Instantly I felt a strain on the back of my shoulder blade. I finished my set and moved to another machine. It was here that some discomfort was noticeable. I knew instantly I'd already pulled a muscle. It was a big FAIL. My good workout was ruined.
I did still walk on the treadmill while watching Netflix for an hour before driving home for a bath in hot water. I even took some ibuprofen to reduce any swelling. I felt better as I played Minecraft while listening to Frank Skinner podcasts.
It wasn't too long before I had to go to cineworld and watch Hector And The Search For Happiness. It was ok I suppose. Then I drove to my aunt and uncles to stay for tea. The same conversations came around again but I knew this would be one time less time that we would see each other. They are in their 70's now and so time is limited.
They mean a lot to me but do sometimes aggravate me with their advice which they are hypocritical about.
I've learned Lesson about warming up anyway. Plus I've seen my relatives now and so can leave it a few months as they go to Portugal.
A new working week begins tomorrow and hopefully a better gym week. My boss is on holiday so I'm happy to embrace a week like that, especially one which leads up to a bank holiday.
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