Yesterday, partly because of release day nerves, I put the new weight bench together. The Princess helped, as is her won’t with any assembly. Sometimes the only thing keeping me from taking a sledgehammer to recalcitrant Ikea furniture is her soothing presence.
I know, I know. This is just another way for me to hurt myself. Odd Trundles is never in the garage unless I’m taking him to the vet, so he might not try to kill me with a dumbbell. Miss B probably will, though, since she has her snoot up my rear the entire day and can manage the stairs into said garage. You’ll be glad to know I’m telling my medical professionals about this. I look forward to their mystified expressions of horror almost as much as I look forward to killing characters.
I’m starting slow, and very light, working on proper form. Eventually I’ll probably have to get more dumbbells, as well as a proper barbell rack. I need upper body strength to balance out all the running I’m doing–cardio is great, but I also need good arms, back, and core in order to kill the goddamn zombies.
Advice is welcome below. (Note: Condescension is not. I wish that went without saying, but I’ve already received it from Those Who Are Now Goddamn Well Banned.)
As soon as I get this coffee down, it’s downstairs for the warmup…