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One of the many reasons I love my husband . . .

Posted by Lissa on September 29, 2010

. . . is that he doesn’t indulge in “I told you so.”

We were in a hotel over the weekend for a Mike Work Conference Thing-y and took the opportunity to play in the gym.  We do have a little gym in our apartment building here — one of the many things I’m going to miss when we move — but it has very few weight machines.  Thus, when confronted with the richness of row after row of Nautilus, I dove right in.

I was pumping out leg curls on this machine —

— when Mike wandered over from the free weights.

“Honey, you want to be careful on that one, or you won’t be able to walk,” he said mildly.

“I’m fine!!” I puffed.  “Feels good!” I panted.

Jeez, I know how to lift weights! Does Mike think he married some namby-pamby, delicate, fragile little thing? Hell no! I had a temp job moving furniture, for heavens’ sake!

I pumped out another set to prove my point.

Ladies and gentlemen, we all see where this is going, do we not?

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We finished our workout and stretching and walked up the stairs.  I admit to feeling a twinge of misgiving, seeing as how my legs didn’t quite RESPOND the way they normally do.  I took some Aleve and was relieved that everything seemed okay.

The day after (Monday) I was substantially sore.  I could *feel* what a mistake the machine, and in particular the last set of curls, had been.

And Tuesday?

WHAT THE *$%*ING HOLY HELL OMIGOD I CAN’T WALK OW OW OW OW OW OW WAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

I spent yesterday walking around like a 90 year old after two hip replacements. I spent more time easing myself into and out of chairs than Nomar before receiving a pitch. I was munching Aleve like they were Altoids.*  Every time I sat for longer than an hour it was almost impossible to get up again.  I was tottering around like a toddler with a full diaper.

Thank GOODNESS it’s better today.  *sigh*

And what lesson did we learn from this, boys and girls?

Simple!

FREE WEIGHTS ARE BETTER THAN NAUTILUS.

. . .why, what did you think I’d learned?

*No, not really. But I wanted to!!!

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4 Responses to “One of the many reasons I love my husband . . .”

  1. But now I bet your legs are all tore-up with POWAHHHH!!

    Was lifting last night and I’m feelin’ it this morning. Of course I don’t push the envelope like you and Mike may…I also don’t look as good! ; ]

  2. Borepatch said

    He’s a keeper, all right.

  3. Brad K. said

    Lissa – you did try the hot tub with epsom salts, right? Maybe swishing the water and making a motorboat sound, to make your legs think they were in a whirlpool bath could heighten the effect . . or maybe just entertain the cat.

    The Nautilus is not at fault; it is the driver that steers for trouble, over-runs caution signs, etc. You just need to take the time to acclimate, so you can tell what “enough” feels like on a Nautilus, the way you have with the free weights. Stairs can do the same thing, after a certain number of repetitions.

    Take care, and best of everything.

    (Did you put a Nautilus on your wish list? How about a Nordic Trak – that should kick the Nautilus’ butt!)

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