Remarkably, I find today that I can’t raise my right arm or extend either arm fully. At all. Why? Because of the 40 ring pull-ups, the 40 front squats, the 45 kettle bell swings, and the 70 burpees I did last night. I was supposed to have hit 85 burpees, but both my mind and body rebelled. 70 was an accomplishment. It was all an accomplishment. Last night was my second post-bootcamp graduation exercise group. We’re the Silver Nanos. We’re over 40 and we can do all that without dying right there on the spot.
What I learned by going through an extreme exercise bootcamp is that exercising beyond my capacity does not injure me. It hurts and very often I hate it while I do it, but afterwards when I can’t lift my right arm or straighten my arm or I fall out of my car because I can’t quite trust my noodle legs, I have a REASON for it. I’m sitting there thinking, “But I didn’t do anything!” No, I’m sitting here today thinking, “Yup, I did all that. No wonder I got aches. Ain’t it great?” It is great and it is something that light exercise and stretching never did for me. I haven’t figured out why that is, but it’s one of my questions. Why in the world can I not walk around a lake without extreme pain and exhaustion afterwards but I can do 40 RPUs, 40 FSs, 45 KBSs, and 70 burpees, and feel energized, even if a little too sore? It’s a question. I’m going to solve this mystery. Stay tuned.